Strange: The Senior Young Writers Group Zine 2023

STARKINGS – Max Davis
Blood, if it wasn’t a vicious red or a stellar scarlet what else
would it be?
I asked that same question before burning a candle.
Let’s travel through time.
A few months ago, I was asked by the clan of Olfric to join
them and a small squadron of berserkers to go on a Viking
exploration mission.
I was the smallest warrior there by the way, with manmountains
standing around me. Sweat poured down my face as
I looked out the window. We saw the stars and planets outside
as we sailed into space. The others called me small, tiny,
innocent, and cute. I was offended by that because I was strong.
We arrived at Neptune and boy, was it cold. Frost made
sweating feel like a paradise. But we trudged on through the
ice, passed the enemy towers and into the village. The problem
was that I got my hands on some large icebergs and I think I
have frostbite. The guards were blind, drunk and screaming as
we shot arrows in their necks.
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