As I walk down the street I can't stop myself from smiling; their futile world they worked so hard to build, create, devise with their schemes and plots, brought down to nothing, nothing left. No one to change the disaster this world brought upon itself single-handedly by man. Here we stand united by the emptiness. Building after building, street after street... nothing.
In her bed, patient 133 starts to grin the way she always does at midnight. What's she doing? She claims she can see the future, I don't believe it... because if she could she wouldn't be smiling.
by Amelia Roberts
Fullbrook School - Surrey
Competition - Welcome to Wonderland
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