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The Figure

By Abbie Coughlin, aged 13

I found myself on another’s terrain. There was a figure casting over me. It wanted an answer for some reason. My palms began to sweat and I became more and more cautious by the second. It began to cast a shadow over me, it felt as if I was being overpowered. Then it said to me, “Everything you just told me is a complete and utter lie, tell me the truth and we might both live.”

I shivered in fear, I could not respond to such a question. So I stood there gazing upon its shadowy figure. It asked me again. I had no clue what it was about, who was this figure? Where was I? Why was I here? The more I questioned myself the more time I was losing. All I could do was run, so I did. I ran, ran for my life, hoping that someone would be at the other end of the gloomy tunnel. Before I knew it the figure caught up with me. I had nothing left to do but cautiously explain how I got there and why I was on its property. Somehow I managed to mumble the words out. I don’t think it understood me. There was silence for a few minutes; it felt like hours were passing by. I wondered when I would be able to find my way back home. It began to stutter an answer. I listened carefully but nothing came out, I stared at it, wondering what it was trying to tell me. In an instant it vanished. Where it travelled to I have no clue but I hope it does not return. I quickly began to rush back, trying to forget the unfortunate events that I just crossed. I made my way down the mysterious streets, trying to get back home.

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