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Writers' Festival

storyteller: samanvita

24/8/2022

 
Imagine A World…

The quietness rings across the town of Bullinda, which was once filled with colour and joy. Houses stood like soldiers next to each other, still and rigid. Some of them, in ruins. The parade, held the night before, was lopsided with tents overturned and food stalls lying broken. There were deep, dark, dangerous holes in the ground. No signs of life except for mine and something else. 

GRRRR! Growling thunders across the street. Quietly, I run up to the window. Looking through, a silhouette of a creature walks slowly across the road. It’s horrible head turning in every direction, searching for a scent of fear. I open the door, trying to move quieter than a mouse. CREAK! The door’s sound echoed uncontrollably. This only meant one thing. I ran without looking back. The sound of thudding feet was getting closer. 

Rapidly, I ran up to the closest house, ripped open the door and shut it with a loud BANG! Silently, I hid behind the dark wooden door. After a moment…CRASH! The door flew open. The thudding sound came through the door and the sight was worse than your nightmares. The monster was maroon black with gruesome pieces of filth stuck around it like feathers on a bird. The creature’s gigantic ear was twice the size of its head. It’s teeth fell below their chin. I held my hand against my mouth, trying not to scream. The door was groaning under the impact. The creature stomped in and rotated it’s head. The revolting head was centimetres away from mine. The stench of blood travelled up my nostrils. I held my mouth tighter and tighter. It took one last look at me and then started strolling down to the living room. My hand still closed around my mouth, I stood up without making a sound and quietly tiptoed outside. I stretched my hand out at the door and concentrated on the dark timber facing me waiting for the miracle to happen. The high pitch buzzing sound echoed throughout my brain…

BANG! The door shut and locked. Examining the area around me, I spotted a car. Stretching my hand out again, I lifted the car and put it against the door. The objects rattled. With one more stare, I raced away… wondering what to do. Then the thought of not eating for 3 days popped into my mind. At the supermarket, it felt unusual without all the noisy, disturbing, chit-chatting people. A free grocery shopping, all to myself! At these dark times, I couldn’t help but feel a bit of satisfaction. Suddenly, movement behind the counter caught my eye. I swiftly turned around. Nothing. I stretched my hand and picked up a cereal box with my telekinetic powers. “Oww!” said a voice.

Someone stood up from behind the counter. A human. A real, very much alive, human. No this can’t be. “ I thought I was the only one alive in this town,” I stuttered. “Well you aren’t anymore,” she replied. Thud, Thud. “They’re coming,” we both exclaim at the same time. The dangerous monster thudded across the ground, looking like it’s ready for supper.  I stretched my hand out, trying to push the creature, but it’s strength was too much for my power. So instead, I stretched my hand out and threw a bucket of water at it. As the water and contact with the alien, it screeched and wailed. Then fell back and started running the other way. Then I realised something I should have realised a long time ago. It’s repelled by water. While I was buried in my thoughts, the girl interrupted my thoughts. “How did you do that?” “It doesn’t matter, do you have any idea on how to escape?” “Actually I do. Could you help me?” “Uh yeah.” Rushing behind the counter, she beckons me to follow her. I jumped behind the counter as well and she showed me an electronic device with a beeping blood - red light. “It’s a beacon,” she explained, “It sends signals to other people so they can come and get us. If the light turns green, then the SOS signal is sent.” “That’s genius.” “ Yeah, but that’s the problem. I don’t know how to. Could you do your thing and send it?” Of course. And by the way, what’s your name? Mine is Lizzy, short for Elizabeth.” “Ah, I’m Jemima.” I stretched my hand out and focused. Again came the buzzing sound. Focused, focused and… Beep! A clear, bright grass - green light. “It worked!” we shout in delight. Thud, Thud, Thud.

I had almost forgotten about them. It had seemed like a dream, right until the things had ruined the moment. I stood up and jumped out of the counter, Jemima on my heels. Instead of only one alien, a whole army of aliens began galloping into the horizon, running furiously. But this time, I’ve got valuable information that will overpower them easily. “Their weakness is water,” I shout at Jemima, “Quick, throw some water bottles at them. Then I stretched my hand out and started throwing water bottles at them. They shrieked and cried, but didn’t seem to give up. Beside me the ghastly aliens began pushing the enormous grey electricity tower. I quickly turned and caught the tower, milliseconds before it was about to crush me. With immense effort, I throw the electricity tower towards the aliens. That seemed to hold them back. “ Do we keep throwing water bottles at them? Because we don’t have much left,” shouts Jemima. Before I could answer, whirring above the sky made me look up. A helicopter, clear as the sky, was whirring above us. Jemima screamed “ Look, a helicopter.” Then the people inside suddenly threw a hook. “Grab on!” They screamed. The aliens started growling at the sky, not noticing Jemima and I, rapidly climbing up the hook. After we were all up, the helicopter took off, leaving Bullinda, which was in a disaster. The last thing I saw was the alien’s horrid faces, gaping at us. At last, I felt safe.


“Are you all safe?” yelled the person who threw the hook. “Yes,” said Jemima. Thud, Thud, Thud. Something was on top of the helicopter.

Storyteller: Samanvita

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