A Strange Story by Anonymous (page

W R I T T E N D U R I N G A W R I T I N G C A F É * A STRANGE STORY

B Y A N A N O N Y M O U S G R O U P

I am sitting on a cloud. My legs are dangling in the sky below me, my feet twiddling, and my knees knocking. I am supported by my elbows, my head tilted back and hair blowing. The day is sweet and blue. I am bliss. Then lightning strikes and it begins to storm.

Then, there is thunder. Everyone fears for their lives. They run to find shelter but the boy slips and falls into a puddle of mud. He is alone. He calls out but no one can hear him over the storm. Suddenly he hears something that does not belong to the storm nor his own desperate whimpers. He turns around slowly.

There. In front of him, stood his parents! But they didn ’t look like themselves…There was a vacant, hollow look in their eyes and they had wide, fake smiles plastered on. It seemed like they were staring right through Max ’ s soul. “Um…hi guys!”

Suddenly, a car crashed through the wall, taking Max with it. The world went quiet. Max had died. His pet alpaca was the only one to attend the funeral. Max was a glimmer of hope in a sea of darkness. And now he was gone. Tim couldn ’t believe it.

Then, the camera zoomed out from Max

’ s tombstone and the credits rolled over the screen.

The End

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