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by Xueming (Samuel) Li, age 10
Unnamed Xueming (Samuel) Li is a 5th grader at The Anderson School PS 334. He likes writing plays and poems. He also has a love for video games. His hobbies are reading and playing chess.

“The stink / The swift movement / Of / The garbage / I sit here / My eyes / Droop.”

                  

The stink

The swift movement

Of  

The garbage

I sit here

My eyes

Droop.

And I

Watch

As a magical fort morphs in front

Of me.

A colorful mess

How unusual.

But as more garbage comes

The open fort

Becomes

A

War

Battlefield

A dire

Situation.

As

Darkness comes

An incognito meeting

Happens

Then

A stunning weapon

The stark

Appearance

Of the weapon

The king wants it

He shoots it

At the conquerors

The effect is…

 

Silence.

The Conquerors

Are all

Dead.

Except

For

One

Person.

His stoic

Face

Is staring at the king

With a heave

He staggers to the king

But

An

Untimely swing

His sword misses

The king

By a millimeter

The secret

Weapon has been

Aimed

At

The last

Conqueror.

His icy eyes

Glare

Under the sun

And he uses the force

Chaos wrecks the fort

Fires start

Chemicals burn

Caustic reactions happen

The secret weapon shoots.

The rigid bullet streams

Through the air

And…

The sky

Is dark

Fog

Everywhere

 

Suddenly

A clarity

Sky emerges

The last warrior is

dead.

A shotgun the size

Of a fathom lies at his side

As the dead body

Molds on the cobbled courtyard

And as the king walks away

He falls

A bullet in his heart

A pistol falls

A wisp of smoke rising from it

The king talks

Three sons stand before him

One strong

One skinny

One ordinary

His fortune shall go to one

His power shall go to another one

And the last son will…

A burst of light erupts

The mist unravels

One king and three sons lie dead

Has the prophecy been

Broken?

And as a beam of light shines on the dead bodies

They disintegrate to nothing

The FBI sprint into action

The blueprint design on the pistol

The type of bullet and gun

The study is soon over

The FBI agents cower

The killer is…

 

The Grim Reaper.

Ranked #1 in the universal sly list

The Monstrous Grim Reaper

The search starts

To hunt down the

Assassin.

Three clues are found.

The clues are:

An unconscious snail

And a crimson colored shell

Everything goes black.

A candle shines through the darkness

I walk around, as blind as a bat

Isolated in this dark pit

Where am I

What is this Unknown Place

I detest it

A ragged stone wall brushes against me

I walk around, bleeding.

Am I dreaming?

I pinch myself

I yelp at the pain

I fall

I am unconscious

Back at the garbage dump

A blistering beam of light strikes me in the eye

My eyesight blurs

I walk around in the mist, unclear to nearby pedestrians

I see a divine person

Floating on a cloud

Looks like god

I surrender to him

Thinking he will kill me

He seems to have power

Contrast to me

For I am a hobo.

He tells me that

I have seen the future

And it is up to me…

To stop chaos from rising.

 

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