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Last month, 330Words ran a writing workshop for the young people at the Reclaim Project. This story was produced by one of the writers during the event. Photo kindly provided by Shirley Wootten

BLYCS0nCIAE97skThe manor house was set with flames.

The boys sleeps, drained. ‘The smoke,’ he thinks, ‘will set me free.’

He awakes. The fire didn’t take him. He is set free. No more living in the manor; tired, sleepy, in pain. The parents are finally gone. ‘All that’s left is you and Me.’

Me is the dog; the only thing that treated him right. Better than parents could. Little Me. As cute as could be.

In the freezing cold winter, he begins to rebuild his manor. As it gets bigger and he gets older, the weather changes.

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The manor is finished, finally. The days get hotter. Coming from a boy to a man, from a man to a king. But, power taking over leaves him like his parents.

‘It is finally time to take a stand,’ thought his servants. Treason it will have to be.

Words: 146

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Last month, 330Words ran a writing workshop for the young people at the Reclaim Project. This story was produced by one of the writers during the event.

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Walking over billions of years of the past. Buried under shells, sand and stone.

The girl wanders over the sandy beach. No treasure has been found for quite a while now. And now, she sits alone on the shells, sand and stone.

She glances over to her family; using spades and trowels to make patterns in the sand. The girl will dig no more.

Words: 99

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Last month, 330Words ran a writing workshop for the young people at the Reclaim Project. Bill came into the workshop late and so decided to describe a scene from Fast and Furious 6. He also wrote a story based on a photo, kindly provided by Natalie Bowers.

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The car span around to face the oncoming traffic. A ramp lowered on the criminal’s car.

The police car flew up and over the vehicle, twisting and turning.

As the driver died, so did the police car’s siren.

Words: 39

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Scruffy shoes

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Scruffy shoes. Sat on the floor in a blanket. Where would he go?

Words: 13

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Last month, 330Words ran a writing workshop for the young people at the Reclaim Project. This story was produced by one of the writers during the event. Image kindly provided by Natalie Bowers

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Dun. Dun. Dun. 7.05am.

The glimmering, hot red sun rises from east to west. With no energy in me, I awake again with the same hope that keeps me going. The clock strikes. Tick. Tock. Like a sulky sail, I stretch to strive for my daily routine.

8.25am.

Running through the valley, a beauty caught my eye. A fascination that stimulates my past.

“These are the shoes. Have them. It’s only you that can bring them back alive.”

I snap back to reality, to why I live. The whole earth fills my heart. I pass the old, ridged statue of Saint Benedict the Third.

The same destination where millions of seconds have passed.

Words: 144

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