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Sweet Blood
Rida Karim 7M1
I breathed in the sweet scent in the air. The rosy smell made its way into my nose and burnt inside my throat, travelling its way into my empty stomach, making it groan. I licked my lips and let my legs take control of me.
The sunlight burnt through me as if it was tearing away my skin. I skidded to a halt as I stared at the human. He wearily grabbed onto the edge of the cliff. His forehead glistened with sweat. His blonde hair stuck against the nape of his neck with sweat as he dug his dirty fingernails into the rocky surface.
The man winced as he lost his balance and stumbled down. My mouth watered as my eyes followed the blood oozing out. The peeling skin revealed thick, red liquid. The sugary scent grew strong as more blood flowed out. A bead of blood dripped down onto the floor and steamed away as the scorching sun evaporated the droplet. I inhaled a sharp breath and lunged for my prey, sinking my teeth into his flesh.
Several Lives Later
Jacqui Green 8C
“Welcome.”
“Am I dead?”
“Yes.”
“It didn’t hurt.”
“You were lucky that time.”
“What do you mean?”
“It usually hurts. Maybe not always physically, but emotionally. To know you are leaving your family.”
“I didn’t care. I didn’t – don’t – love them.”
“And that’s why you died.”
“To get away from their indifference, yes.”
“Well, I have great news for you.”
“Oh boy.”
“You just lived the life of Charlie Watkins, yes?”
“Yeah, that’s me.”
“No. Not anymore. Next you will be Dumisani, a boy from Zimbabwe born in 1982, and after that you will be Elinor, a girl living in 18th century Scotland.”
“What?”
“There is only one soul in the whole of human history, and that’s you. You will live the life of every person who ever existed.”
“So, I will be my parents? My teachers? Everyone?”
“Yes. You’ll even get to be the Queen of England.”
“Wow. So, after I’ve lived out everyone’s lives, then what?”
“Then… you die. For real.”
“…”
“Are you ready?”
“Not really.”
“That’s what you said last time.”
Pesticide Free
Hannah Ross 9
"Woah," that was the sound that escaped the bee's proboscis as it dodged aswollen droplet of waer that fell from the vapoured lips of the amosphere. The bee turned to settle hastily beneath the petals of the sweet pittosporum, moving flamboyantly from the day's breath. As he sat sheltered by the feint life form above him, the bee found himself consumed by the sight of the aphid and the stem it clung onto so desperately. Through the compound eyes of the bee, the aphid clung to the stem in an absurd act of longing. The kind of longingthat pompously pushed all ambitions aside in the pursuit of whatever desired one holds. However, the bee's eyes betrayed him, for the aphid did not cling to the stem but punctured its innards churning the essential fluids of the stem's life into an all-organic, vegan certified breakfast smoothie.