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Monday 16 May 2016

15 minitue buddy writing


I wake up and all I hear is something calling me and pulling me closer to it. I follow the voice and it leads me to a dark place in the middle of nowhere. It's sticky and smelly. Every time I go up facing the blue sky I feel this slimy thing oozing off the side of me as I plop back down. I call for help but no-one is around. So I ask my twin brother but he is daydreaming. I go faster swishing through the mud and out I go. I can now feel the wind blowing softly on my face, but suddenly drop straight back down bruising my soul. I think to myself “Is this the end of me”. For sure I know we’ll be home soon. But no, the giant finds a colossal hill and sprints forward as I moan all the way through. As each stomp I take I feel my spine breaking apart. We are finally out and heading home. We arrive back home all wet, sticky and muddy. Then thrown down the stairs, out the door and right into the bin. Just sitting there as more things were thrown in the bin. I felt like a pile of trash.

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