Once upon a time

Writing sample started by: (use third person narrative)
Once upon a time, there was a small and intelligent boy in the tiny village. He was a special kids actually. His behaviors were basically different compared to other normal kids. He acted like a great explorer, scientist, historian, and even president. One day, when he became the middle school students, he decided to travels somewhere since the small village was too familiar and boring. He put some stuffs in his large bag and say goodbye to his parent. Since he didn't have a map, the continuous road was his only friend. At first, he visited the capital of the nation.
However, what had been awaiting him was not what he had been awaiting. As if a dramatic turn of a Greek tragedy had shocked an audience of five-year-olds with the boy being on of them, the boy's eyes were filled with immortal glare of sudden dizziness by facing the very first world of different color compositions. Never in his life he saw a man dying cringed at the corner of the street. never in his life he saw a mad man screaming "The apocalypse in near!" running around like a drunken ax. never in his life he heard such an uncomforting harmony of people talking with all the words spitted out with anger and dullness. Gray skyscrapers, gray steaming cars, gray pavements, gray breeze, and gray wild flowers spontaneously bloomed in the crevice of the pavements, He took his first deep breath in that world and the shade of gray drowned his everything. Into the deepest part of the ocean. Hard to breathe. It wasn't only the (acmplexions) at the people. The lights! God damn them! Lights at all colors and brightness that he wasn't need to. Everyone (two words) carry little flashlights except they kept touching the bulbs and the colors would shift and change. Everyone seemed to have a flashlight tethered to their head. And whenever touching their lights, they would stare in stand almost  (one word) They would (one word) good (scarecraws), he thought. They boy didn't stop, not even once. He kept on walking, passing through all the shades of grey and light. Liveliness in his face started to fade away.

P.S. Sorry, Mr.Garriock. There are some words that I couldn't read at all, so I marked them as blanks.