I woke up on a cold hard bed. It is the year 2050. Me and 999 other kids live in sector 10, I am number 524. I never knew my parents. Nobody here does. We have no idea why we are here yet everything has a reason. Doesn’t it? I wish I could travel places, be free and just go where the wind takes me. But I am locked up here until I become of age then god knows what will happen to me. 1 knew their parents but they got taken away from here just like 687. Nobody knows why they were taken. They just were and we just have to except it and move on.

I share a dorm with all the 520s but I have a top bunk. In the morning, we all go to class,every morning. 7 days a week. In the evenings we have to entertain ourselves then we go down for dinner at 05:00. It’s always disgusting. Revolting even but we eat it up fast: it’s our only meal a day. On Sundays we get pudding. It’s just sloppy custard really but it’s great. Sundays are my favourite. Then we go back to our dorms and read for 15 minutes then lights out at 08:00.

I wish I had a name I really do. I wish I could escape from here like 450 tried to do but that wouldn’t be clever. They came back different, weird. I wish I could find my parents. Will I ever get to see them? Will I ever escape from here? Will I ever get a name? What would my name be? Will I ever get a true identity?

I am 524.

I think the wisest person would be who had been through most. Thick and thin. Their experiences that changed them. Not the one with most academical knowledge but the one with knowledge of life. The one who understands your thoughts and feelings, who is kind and caring. I think the wisest person is the kindest person.

We all have our own opinions However I have none You have to agree and be polite When you’re the kings son

I make my own opinions Yet keep them to myself Just agree with what they say I’m on the bottom shelf

I have my thoughts and feelings That they maybe just don’t know I have my own thoughts to think And my own places to go

I have my own style What I do and what I wear But only smart clothes for me No new style for my hair

I may be the kings son I may be royalty But I don’t want riches and crowns I just want to be me

The world will burn All hope shall die Happiness shall go Sadness shall fly

Darkness shall reign Eternal night shall start Bodies strewn upon the ground Humans without heart

That’s what they are doing Why are they so cruel To each other, one another They’re in a silly duel

We look upon this planet Our faces of concentration We ready are cannons As we get ready for demolition.

The planet goes up in flames Another job well done Just an awful planet Full of awful person

Pity those people Their tables didn’t turn And now The world will burn

“Is this the new house?” She moaned unenthusiastically as she peered out of the car window. “Yes Molly, Isn’t it great!” “Uuuummm? I guess so!” She replied in a questioning voice as she looked at the ominous mansion looming over their car. “Home sweet home!” Exclaimed Samantha, Mollys mum. They stood looking up to the infinite seeming floors of their new fancy Victorian home. “Well it may need a bit of work! But it will be worth it!” “Will it?” Muttered Molly under her breath. They went into the house. It was grand(cobwebby) and had a breathtaking(effortful) spiral staircase leading up to the other floor. They explored, one significantly more eager than the other, all around the house. First the kitchen,then the bathroom, living room, dining room, ballroom, second dining room and countless more until Samantha said, “Go on Molly, you can go find your room if you want.” “Ok I guess?” She replied as she began the long pointless climb up the stairs. When she reached the top of the unnecessary mountain high stairs she peered through each door saying what each was, “Bathroom, dusty bedroom, horrible bedroom, bathroom, atrocious bedroom, decent bedroom.” She stopped, “This’ll do.” The room was dusty yet cobweb free she plonked down on her bed and began to move the furniture ,that was left behind by previous owners, into her own style. As she moved the wardrobe, she saw something. A DOOR. She stepped back surprised at this unique discovery. It was made of shiny dark wood with a rusted metal handle. Unusual ornate designs patterned the edges of the hidden door. Where would it lead? She didn’t know but her curiosity convinced her to find out. She opened the door. A passage long and dark. She entered, stepping through the doorway cautiously but excitedly. She walked, carefully trodding in the derelict tunnel. Another door at the end. She stepped forward, her face full of fear. She opened it and closed her eyes as she stepped into the unknown. No. This was impossible. She looked around. The bedroom she was in before. Her bag was dumped on the bed. Exactly the same room. She ran through the door and to the other one again opening it. The same place. How? It didn’t matter, she just needed to get out of this freaky house. As fast as a squirrel up a tree she ran out the door and down the stairs. “MUM!”she screamed,”We need to go! NOW!” She ran out the door. She had gone nowhere. She was back inside the house. She couldn’t leave ever again.

She was trapped.

“You mean...You left her?”, “Yes but!” “YOU LEFT HER!” “Let me speak please..” “No. YOU KILLED HER, it’s all your fault!” “I WOULD HAVE DIED WITH HER!” “YOU SHOULD HAVE!”

Her body floated upon the water, hollow, all colour drained from her face. Not dead but lifeless. Her eyes were gaping dark holes and her once joyful face was emotionless and sad. She was alive. Just. But her life wouldn’t be worth living after this and it was all his fault. We stood on the dock as I grabbed hold of his collar, “What are you doing?” He questioned in a worrying tone. I pushed him as we plunged into the ominous deeps. It was cold. It was quiet as we floated to the surface our eyes gaping holes and our faces emotionless and sad.

Me and you We used to look at the sky At the moon at the planets At the stars flying by We’d sit on a blanket Looking up above Just me and you Falling in love

You’d sing me a song I’d smile happily We’d smile together You’d smile at me We’d name all the comets As we’d watch them fly by Looking up to the starlit sky

Then one night I knew something was wrong You didn’t turn up I couldn’t hear your song I waited and I waited But you never came And I felt for no one like you Ever again

The sky full of stars seemed dead and cold; a place once so magical now hurt to behold.

Eager, I dive. Beads of delicate water dance majestically around me. It’s astonishing really. Their silent beauty. Waves delicately foaming and frolicking, a source of jealousy for all eyes. They really are amazing. I delve down further now as I engulf the water, its wicked choking me, drowning me, killing me. The damage and destruction it causes is unfathomable, the death, the pain. Their silent evil. It’s all quiet now. My last bubbles of air float above the surface. Water is a silent killer.

A light dusting of perfection lays upon the floor But inside there is a warm fire, just open the door I could go inside but outdoors is more fun But in the snow my fingers get numb

I could build a snowman and call him Lee But inside warm hot chocolate waits for me I could have fun with a snowball fight But cold shivers give me a fright

Should I stay outside? Should I go in? It’s peaceful out here But inside the loudness will begin Just one more minute...

The images don’t load for me so here is just a short horror story.

Alone as your last glimpse of light diminishes. It teases you as your safety tucks behind vagrant white blankets of silk. You banish the intrusive thoughts in your brain. No consciousness around. Just you. “I’m fine!” You shout, “I’m fine!” A delicate hand upon your shoulder. “No you’re not.” They say. Their voice of poison toxic in your ear. A reflection of silver upon their eyes of hatred as they mutter under their breath, “Goodbye...”.