Happyville

• Lachlan Beckwith, Grade 5
• Short Story
• 2010

Happyville is a place where no one can escape it sounds like fun to me so i decide to go and say "yippee" i walk towards the entrance the gates close, but i see a giant red rose i wonder what is going on am i dreaming "no" i say to myself what must i do people from playing to becoming slaves they are also being torchured this has turned from fun to pure hell i somehow find a hole for me to sneak in so i go through and it's worse then i thought i find a bunch of kids so i gather them into a small group and leave once i had gotten back to the other side i told the children to scatter before he notices so they scram while i go back in and i think i am bound to be seen i just know it so while i gather another but larger group and i tell them to go through the hole and leave forever so i go to the giant red rose and i dig the rose up with my bear hands it falls over everyone is saved but me, the lord of this land strikes me with lightning i get petrified but there is no way to cure me i suddenly float backwards and exit the land while the lord came down and disapeared



From Charlie

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