A Journey to The Grand Writer's Guild
James had always loved the peaceful city of Melbourne with its beautiful, bustling streets. It was a place that brought back memories of his parents, reminding him of lovely Victorian times. Despite the swarm of memories it brought, Melbourne was also a city of hope for James. The hope that one day, he would become a well-known writer just like his father, the hope that kept him alive.
James worked for a tiny newspaper agency, ‘The City Eye’. His job was far from his dream of being a writer, but it somehow connected him to his passion. That peaceful October morning, while preparing to leave for work, something caught his attention. A letter was lying on his dining table with the logo of 'The Grand Writer's Guild'. The guild was famous for its annual competition, giving a chance to writers to become published authors.
Excitement rushed through him as he reached out for the letter. James, who had submitted his story a few weeks back, was hoping for good news. He was slightly worried, but his fingers worked anyway, ripping the envelope open. His eyes scanned the words, a smile replaced his poker face as he read 'Congratulations...'
The news was astonishing. He was selected for the final round in which he was to present his story in front of the panel which included some of the internationally acclaimed authors. He had only two weeks for the preparation but the immense joy overshadowed the tensions of preparation.
The following days, James was drowned in his characters, finalizing the plot and events of his story, 'A Journey to Remember'. Working late nights, he finally completed his story by the end of the first week. James' story was about a young boy living in isolation on a deserted island, his quest for survival, and the plethora of emotions a human heart could hold.
The final week was all about rehearsal. Checking each line, confirming the tone, and removing minor errors, James left no stone unturned to make his story worthy. The day finally arrived. His heartbeat pounded in his chest like a giant drum. He was nervous, but he held his breath, trying to steady his shaking hands as he walked up the stage.
As he started narrating his story, he lost himself in his created world. The audience felt every joy, every sorrow, every emotion the boy on the deserted island had felt. The stillness of the giant auditorium was replaced by a blanket of applause at the end, every single soul was touched by the voice of the character the young writer had created.
A few days later, the result was declared. 'The boy from the deserted island' had secured its place in the hearts of renowned authors as well. James had won the competition. His story was to be published. Tears of joy streamed down his face as he held the golden plate engraved with his name.
As he walked back from the stage holding the award, he could see his story already having a fan base. People from the audience approached him, telling him what a wonderful writer he was, and asking when they could read more from him. That day, James not just won the competition, but also millions of hearts.
Months passed by, his book was published and it was already among the top recommendations. Every bookstore displayed his book in the 'Best Sellers' category. His dream had turned into reality and James could not have been happier.
From being the son of a famous writer, he became 'James, the famous writer'. Melbourne city, which was once a beacon of hope for him, had now become an inspiration for his stories. His hard work and perseverance got him where he wanted to be. His father would be proud of him, he thought, as he penned down his thoughts for his next book. 'A Journey to The Grand Writer’s Guild' was not just a story but was reflected in James’ life too.