Strange: The Senior Young Writers Group Zine 2023

And so it was with utter confidence that he went looking for the
adults when the sun started to set. The children in varying
states of chaos and exhaustion.
He knocked on the first house he came across. No one
answered. Unexpected but annoying. And so he made his way
to the town centre. He became worried when there was no one
in the town hall.
He lost himself between houses. Knocking. And
yelling. And crying.
And he came to his own house. His legs weak from the
sporadic running, his throat dry from his tears.
He could not cry when he found the spindly remains of
his parents. He just laid down with them. Listening as the
children from the field slowly made their way home. And the
screams as they found their families.
9:36pm
The boy left his house and found a little girl wandering alone in
the town.
“Have you gone inside?”
She shook her tiny head.
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