StrangeA Story by Connor GauntThis is my first ever short story.Walking down the street on my way
home from school, I decided to take a different way home today. I like walking it
gives me time to clear my head. Weird stuff has been happening lately. Knowing
I had not thought about anything else since it started, I had to think of
something different. It’s just so strange. The walk usually took me around an
hour to get home but because I took a different way I was going to be late.
This was usually enough time to get my head straight and take in what was
happening, but today i felt I needed more time. My mum couldn't ever know what
was happening, she would think I'm more of a freak than she already does. My
mum and I have always had a, I wouldn't say hatred more of a strong disliking
for each other. She thinks I'm such a disappointment because I could never live
up to my sister. I always wanted to do
my own thing, be my own person. Passing the river I looked over the edge and wondered if it would ever happen again. The water was murky and had a foul tint
of yellow, It’s not a nice place but It’s the only place I know, the only place
I feel free. So I bet you’re wondering what the
hell It Is I'm talking about. I would tell you but, honestly I'm not quite sure
what to make of it myself. I was just walking home along the same street I have
always walked on and then all of a sudden I wasn't there any more. I was in a
small dark smelly room, without a door . Then I woke up in my bed at home, the
next day. Everything was ‘normal’. Strange right ? I haven't told a soul. What
happened? Where was I? How did I get there? Am I the only one this has happened
too, or are there others? I need to make sense of this , soon. © 2013 Connor GauntAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorConnor GauntBlackpool, United KingdomAboutWell I should start by saying I'm a teen and I've always wanted to be able to tell a story. I have just finished my GCSE's so I have a lot of time. I've never been good at English, always struggling w.. more.. |