November 17th, 2017

This is part of our Creative Writing: Finding Your Voice series, where kids were encouraged to free write and let whatever snippets/scenarios come alive on the page. ​

by Lynn Johnson

I am a reaper. I am death, but I am also life.
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She is a survivor, but also one of the deceased.
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He is a convict, but he is also the judge.

​Words, utter nonsense. He spoke of other worlds and creatures. I understood none of this at the time. I would later fade into this other world. At the time, I was oblivious. I couldn't speak their language for a long time. I could only communicate through hand signals. No-one would teach me for I was mere servant. I would rush down to the well to fetch water, I would always see her there. She was the only one I could understand.

"You are back. Servant Boy, why do you stay?" She pats my head gently.
Why do I stay? I am not bond to the land. At least my body isn't, my spirit is.
   
Hi, I'm not who you think I am. I might seem like a nice, lovable boy, but I'm actually an ALIEN! *Cue Cliche Drama Music* 

I came from galaxies away to find perfect planet for a painting. And, I finally found it, the Amazing Mars!!!! *Cue Cheesy Clapping* Thank you, Thank you!