Michel's Path Writing!

First I would like to say this is a restricted story, it contains graphic writing. I made this for 13 to 14-year-olds so I am warning you it is quite dark and detailed.⚠ There might be some mistakes because I might have not picked it up on the time. I posted this because I was instructed by the teachers and also I wanted to show you my work. I found it a bit hard to do but I pulled through in the end. I hope you enjoy.

Michels Path.

The year was 2084, the mess had started most people had joined a religious village for some sought of “closure”. All cults religions were getting bigger. The new world peace summits had come to a decision to make all the countries citizens would have to join the villages or they would be isolated and treated badly as if it was racism. This continued to the mixed message story… Michel was skinny, his bones darted out as he moved. His eyes are average size with the light blue shining with life. He walks like skeleton, who has lost balance. He had brown buzz cut hair.

Michel was in one of these villages as he was forced by his “Lovely” foster parents” They were the top of the line for being pathetic they should get a trophy for it. Ding! They were so fixated on finding the “true light”. They had looked at everything satanism, paganism,  judaism, mason,,catholic , baptism and jw. Now they had found the right one great-tisim.  

The ongoing day, Michel was writing in his log.

Log, today I had been chosen to do the jabbing. Red had told me not to do it, blue had disagreed. But in the end I sticked with blue and declined with grace. The anger of  me disobeying the law, the priest had sent spikes into my sole. The continuing anger he gives me I take in. Oh I’m the second highest priest I am they eye of the wrong blah blah blah, I wish he was dead. I would be the one to kill him, just kidding. Good bye.

Michael had been from family to family because of his personality. He would scare them of with his mental health. It had got worse one day and had caused his third foster family to discard him to the trash, leaving him waiting to get something from the family charity box. One day some caregivers were taking in orphans. He was took him in after the following months, he has been with them ever since...

Right now,

Michel was walking to get a snack with his ongoing hunger. Thud! S-pla-ch-t! The energy shields bars had fell down like rolling dominoes. Michel ran frantically to the broken wall. He felt the ground getting moisture. Ti-plo-p! Ti-plo-p! Ti-plo-p! Was this liquid. He walked closer. He could see a silhouette. As he walked it got bigger, every step there was a crunch of hollow twigs snapping,with the leafs giving some help along the way. The sky was white with the grey clouds, with neon light blue trying to make an entrance. The ground was hard as a mountain. The village looked like a sci fi space camp mixed with old 19th century cottage. The white specks of snow flying around in art, mixed in with all the elgent in the world.

He was now closer. He could finally make out what was there it was a body. The blood was burgundy with scarlet and black mixing into one. It was a five-year-old girl with a teddy bear in her hand. She was wearing a grey dress with her hazel hair braided into a bun. Help he screamed with fire. He put his coat onto on to her body. bump! bump! Bump! His heart beat fast. HELP! He screamed again. The screaming had got the priest attention. He looked with anger. His hair was grey long and hadn't been cleaned. His stomach bulging out of his shirt. With his pale face, chilly pepper nose pointing in a straight line. With his closed chin tensing as he said every word. “You did this, I knew you were the crow of the village, you were trying to become a terrorist. I had been praying for you day and day.” The wind blew across the priest's unenlightened face, his eyes grey eyes were clear, the pupils was darker than oblivion. His fear made him wobble with his skeleton legs forcing him into the ground with his legs pointing crooked in opposite position to the normal stance. Michel was stuck and he was doomed.

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