Our boat is beached, our allies are done for. I look down into the salty, blood-red water. Boom, crack! The machine guns reveal themselves to the world and gun down my friends like fallen leaves being pushed around by the wind. I'm wet, cold and sacred. How much worse can it get? Splatter, I realise my arm is being eaten away. I breathe heavily and get the strong taste of the sea being picked up by the howling wind that rushes into my nostrils. My time has come. I collapse down into the dead sea where my friends lay too...
by Kira Hewitt (10)
Bells Farm Primary School, Birmingham
Competition - Once Upon a Time
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