The Deserted Caravan cont.

I finally found the clearing again, just before nightfall, but I was fearing it was too late for me. But then as soon as I got back to my tent, my radio started saying ‘traveller still not found after 50 years’, I thought nothing of it until they said my name. I tried to use my radio but nothing else came from it. So, I decided to sleep. That night I heard scratching on the trees outside my tent and I saw shadows outside. That night I didn’t sleep, not for one second.

But the next morning, I looked outside, and the trees were the same and so was the grass outside my tent. I tried the one thing that I could do. I ran, but this time I found the beach and my boat, and I escaped. But he didn’t leave me alone.

He has almost complete control of me now, but I can still sometimes think for myself, that’s why I’m writing this, to let someone know, never sleep near the caravan. You might think it’s safe but its not. He will never leave you alone. He is still in the shadows, watching me and everyone nearby. When I die, he might haunt someone else, controlling them, driving them mad. I haven’t told anyone this story because everyone I care about died in the 50 years I was on the island. I can’t control what I do, I’m sorry.

By Holly H. Yr8

As I walk along the street, I pay no attention to the octagonal rainbows decorating the ground. To others it may seem beautiful, breath-taking even, but to me it’s just a symbol of my oppression. I'm not very talented at science, but I do know that they are formed from the light refracting through the octagon-shaped windows of the dome surrounding our city.

"Rose!" I whip my head around to see my friend Tina waving.

"Why is it that wherever I go, you go too?" I ask, slowing down until our footsteps are in sync.

"Small town in a big dome I guess, " She replies, shrugging. I roll my eyes at the phrase.

"Still not a fan of the dome?” Tina guesses.

"I just hate the fact that we ' re stuck in here,” l admit, "I mean, there's no reason why we shouldn't be allowed to explore the outside. It's not dangerous, is it?" The dome was built 3 months ago, with no further explanation from the government. This left the entire town alone to create their theories about why this happened. The most popular theory is probably ‘the outside is dangerous’ or ‘there’s a war going on out there'. I think that they’re hiding something from us.

I throw my backpack across the room and collapse on my bed. Snatching the stack of postcards from my bedside table, I stare at the pictures with longing eyes. A crystal clear wave frothing on a golden beach; an elegant panther leaping through the lush undergrowth; an adorable fluffy polar bear cub perching on a slab of ice. All of these are places that I will never get to experience anymore. All because of the dome. All because of our totalitarian government.