FOCUS ON ROTARY WRITING COMPETITION

Abigail K of Year 8 was the winner of the intermediate age group in the District Level of the Rotary Club’s Young Writer Competition. Scout W, Lauren I, Matilda G, Natasha W and Isobel G were all awarded certificates in recognition of their achievements in reaching the District Level of the competition.

PARALLEL WORLDS

It’s lonely up here. I should be used to it, I guess. As far as I know I’m the only parallel world barrier out there. I guard two worlds; Anthropomorphim and Deanthropomorphim. Two parallel worlds, one small difference, one massive change. Well, you see the small difference is a single species. Some could say insignificant. Nevertheless, from what I have seen, they are extremely important. Humans. They call the world I know as Anthropomorphim ‘Earth’. These humans are destroyers, to put it bluntly. They are the reason for the massive change. Deanthropomorphim is a paradise. Green and blue extends for miles across delightful, textured land. Slight whispers of a divine breeze flutter around like a butterflies’ dance class. Fauna frolics freely around the globe, gently grazing on heavenly flora. Trees grow tall and high, easily creating beautiful habitats for elegant creatures and a diversity of plants. The expansive oceans are called home by a multitude of graceful and magnificent species with an incredible measure of harmony. The moon was a pocketmarked, but still a wonderfully created, glittering opal shining bright in the clear night sky. The sunsets and sunrises painted a picture of golden pinks and vibrant oranges streaking across the heavens. The golden light of the sun shone down splendidly over vast, intricate wildflower meadows complete with fluffy buzzing bees and adorable skittering field mice. This world is perfect. Untouched. Everyone and everything lives in a beautiful symphony of life and death. There is no meddling inside this planet of life and beauty. This idyllic utopian world has never been touched by greed, anger, sadness or anything truly evil. I don’t know how it can happen. How can a world be so perfect and untainted? How can one small difference create such a massive change? Just one species – humans – have decimated the world beyond measure. The death and distress envelops anyone and anything that is unfortunate enough to be included in the hellscape called Anthropomorphim. Anthropomorphim is a dystopia. The world is a wreck. Anthropomorphim is a world of polluted water and overbearing heat with barely any landmass at all. Natural disasters hunt you down, chasing you everywhere as if they were starving, half-crazed, desperate animals. The wildlife seems nonexistent, biodiversity abolished and happiness only for a very select few. For the humans that have messed up this world infinitely, the tide has turned. Well, at least for most of them. These humans are either overly rich, corrupt and greedy, in extreme poverty or dead. The people in extreme poverty are declining in numbers by the day. The natural disasters and diseases running rampant are mounting causalities in the thousands and no one with the capability of doing so has even thought about helping. The scorching days are only counterbalanced by the freezing nights where nothing that isn’t highly adapted or has protection will survive. These are the worlds I guard. These are the parallel universes I look over. One a perfect paradise; one a pit of despair. I hope that one day Anthropomorphim might possibly progress and become something more similar to Deanthropomorphim. Even though I fear that would take a colossal miracle. Or a unique human who could somehow convince everyone to actually help and to learn to work together in the chaos of Anthropomorphim. BY ABIGAIL K, YEAR 8 #AcademicExcellence