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Writers Club
Enviro-dead Dream by Abigail Green Year 9
A shadow crawled from out of time,
She said she’d met my soul before.
She dragged me to a future of darkness,
And whispered “this will be forevermore”.
She told me that this was Enviro-dead Earth,
My eyes denying the horror before me.
I wondered what could do such a thing,
….this is the story of my enviro-dead dream.
The human race was a fragile species,
But also a cancerous, uncaring disease.
It was sucking all life from the world’s land and oceans,
While remaining oblivious to Earth’s pleading needs.
The humans remained un-touched by the gasses
Created in factories so uncaringly,
So nature had to take its turn,
Save itself - but destroy all humanity.
People then saw the fire and felt the rain,
As they watched people drown and burn.
All those climate warnings were in vain,
So I wonder what it takes for man to learn.
The oceans turned to ice and froze the tide,
And froze peoples’ souls as well.
The rain fell down as ashes on them all
And showered them with grief as it fell.
And so the worst was yet to come,
As rivers ran red with blood.
Lessons which were learned so many years ago
Escaped the humans as they stood.
But all was not lost for humanity that day,
For with the Earth’s death came human understanding.
That to conquer a catastrophe they must learn to trust,
And love and share nearly everything.
T’was a pity that understanding came too late,
As the earth lost life altogether.
Considering all knowledge that humans knew,
It was pure blindness that destroyed them forever.
I’d been shown this for a reason I didn’t understand,
For I alone could not change time.
She told me she knew me as well as I knew myself,
And now I know that her words were actually mine.
So next time you see a tree being felled,
Remember the dream that was shown to me.
I shall leave you now with another short tale,
That may one day travel across effervescent sea.
The mighty oak- a deathly hue,
“Forgive them, they know not what they do!”
Lying, crying, on its side,
The world seemed still for that short time.
Oak then shuddered, deep inside,
No one spoke - no one replied,
Children closed their eyes and sighed,
Praying “Oak with us abide,”
Mighty Oak lay down and died.
The Dimming Of Our Land by Aaron Strickland - Year 9
From the snow cap mountains
To the trickling water fountains,
As everybody was standing still,
The land of ours was dimming.
From the native lands of America,
To the kangaroo outback's of Australia,
As everybody was watching,
The land of ours was dimming.
From the Monks majestic Monasteries,
To the Nuns amazing Abbeys,
As everybody was listening,
The land of ours was dimming.
From the swiftly flying breachers,
To the slowly pacing creatures,
As everybody was sleeping,
The land of ours was dimming.
From the single living clover,
To the muddy rolling rover,
As everybody was eating,
The land of ours was dimming.
From the tallest tree,
To the smallest bee,
As everybody was talking,
The land of ours was dimming.
From the gentle fly,
To the caring mother waving bye,
As everybody was working,
The land of ours was dimming.
From the hustle and bustle,
To the cubs first shuffle,
As everybody was laughing,
The land of ours was dimming.
From the jungle doors,
To the savannah floors,
As everybody was smiling,
The land of ours was dimming.
From the depths of the ocean,
To the sky's emotions,
As everybody was shouting,
The land of ours was dimming.
From the shortest cave,
To the longest wave,
As everybody was dancing,
The land of ours was dimming.
From the knowledgeable sage,
To the evillest rage,
As everybody was playing,
The land of ours was dimming.
From the magnificent mouse,
To the love struck spouse,
As everybody was cuddling,
The land of ours was dimming.
From the bounciest kangaroo,
To the bendiest bamboo,
As everybody was pointing,
The land of ours was dimming.
From the loudest kitty cat,
To the quietest dumbo rat,
As everybody was tossing and turning,
The land of ours was dimming.
From the silliest clown,
To the serious crown,
As everybody was stomping,
The land of ours was dimming.
From the bestest seller,
To the most certain dweller,
As everybody was trading,
The land of ours was dimming.
From the youngest child,
To the elegant floor that's tiled,
As everybody was learning,
The land of ours was dimming.
From the 100m race,
To the just right pace,
As everybody was exercising,
The land of ours was dimming.
From the cleanest dogs,
To the dirtiest frogs,
As everybody was lazing about,
The land of ours was dimming,
From the amazing Amazon jungles,
To the swaying flower bundles,
As everybody is helping,
The land of ours is gleaming.
The Beginning of the End by Jack Thomas - Year 9
Over 2000 years ago a South American tribe predicted the future using only the stars. They predicted many things that would change the world, forever. They predicted that the future world would be divided by faith and race. They predicted that on June 28th 1914, a battle would commence and the world would go to war. They predicted the rise of a German Politician who would be possessed by greed and hatred, and would attempt to destroy others that he did not agree with. It was predicted that in 2001, an act of sheer madness, would start the world’s fight on terror and on December 26th 2004 a natural disaster would shake the World. As if this was bad enough, a fight on terror has turned into ethnic cleansing and the world is at war once again on Eastern-European soil, with Serbia and Croatia at the front of it. There is one thing that has been forgotten for so long, one more prophesy exists that has not yet been for filled, the last prediction that the Mayans made before their extinction was that the human race would be destroyed by a natural disaster on December 21st 2012, today.
Nicolai is freezing, he’s been in hiding for months now and every day feels like a lifetime, it’s so cold. He never wanted to fight but he felt he had to. He felt he had to get revenge. He still sees it now, the Croatians came and went without a second thought. They killed his family before his very eyes because of their religion, their beliefs. He was nothing more than a young Serbian boy, but he has now grown into a strong Serbian man, a strong Serbian man, with a deep hatred of Croatia. That trigger happy, psycho Croatian deserved to die but that American did not. Watching his ally die before him was bad enough, they say he had a medal in the end, him and his dead friend, he is now Sir. Robert Dempsey.
Robert is Awake now and has been for some time. He can’t get it out of his head, the blood, the death, the war. The worst part though, is that he couldn’t save him, his best friend, murdered at the hands of some Croatian psycho with a gun. He might put on a tough face, but it’s eating him away, and every day, the hole that is left seems to get deeper and deeper, and darker and darker, and it’s killing him. He doesn’t know how much more he can take. Then he gazes at her picture, his darling wife, and he finally realises, what he has to live for. He realises why he ever returned from that hell-hole and as he gazes out onto New York City, things finally seem to be looking up. He will never forget the Serbian who saved his life, Nicolai.
He now takes shelter in the cracks of a glacier, but lately he has started to notice something. The crack above him seems to be progressing more and more up the ice, and today, water has started to seep its way through the thick wall and into his resting place. He then realises the terrifying truth of what he had deeply feared. The ice is breaking, but what can he do. He is wanted for war crimes in his homeland and who would listen to him, no one that’s who, they would kill him. There is only one man that will listen, the same man that got him out of Serbia two decades ago. An English man by the name of William Anderson.
William is studying, his deep thoughts focused on his research. It is all it ever has been for William, it’s the only time he’s ever felt secure. He is deeply engaged in his work until he stumbles onto something. He is researching the both ancient and fascinating Native American tribe named the Mayans. A tribe with minds and skills far beyond their time. He finds that in their holy scriptures it is written that the world will end on December 21st 2012 due to a natural disaster, today. He doesn’t believe a word it says, but then...He notices other predictions: WWI, The rise of Hitler, The tsunami, and the 9/11 attacks. He knows now that it IS true. Suddenly, the phone rings, William is startled, but gingerly answers the phone to hear an unfamiliar voice, a voice he hasn’t heard for decades, the voice of Nicolai. After hearing the news he quickly rings a man who would actually listen, Richard Langton... the head of MI5.
The News spreads like wildfire and soon Russian scientists confirm the worst. The countries at war are informed and agree to a cease fire. It’s quite sad really that for only the last few hours that they are to spend on this earth the worlds countries are finally in unity and are going to spend the last moments of their lives with each other.
With the raging wave destroying everything in its path, and with Russia no-more, no one knows if they will survive, this could be the end, or maybe the new beginning. Either way this is definitely...ARMEGEDON.
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