Strange: The Senior Young Writers Group Zine 2023

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Words flooded the underhill that day.
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The words followed my footsteps. The dark flooded my vision,
so I brought out the lantern. Light shone on the footsteps,
relieving the words on the underhill. They told stories of
bodies, of the fire underhill, they screamed.
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Fire screamed, fire flooded the underhill, flooded the bodies.
Bodies screamed, bodies followed footsteps, followed
footsteps, followed footsteps, followed my footsteps, my vision
relieving flooded words on the underhill.
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