I don’t know why the Comet chose privacy, when it struck me. The media remained oblivious of change.
I am transformed. I am blessed with supernatural powers. I can see and hear things other mortals cannot. They do not believe that I am going to outlive them. The idiots have locked me up in a cell in the mental asylum.
I do not seek revenge. I seek enlightenment for all. I pray for another comet to strike them, so that they see and believe what I say. We are all made of stardust.
But, I am the chosen one.
(99 words)

This takes the reader on a spectacular journey. I truly enjoyed the read. Thanks
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Thank you so much!
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A lovely idea for the prompt, Reena.
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Thanks, Robbie!
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Lovely write up!
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Thank you, Shivangi!
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