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Strange happenings

by Trades Of the future

Pages 2 and 3 of 21

Strange happenings
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Trades of the Future Project
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Story from: The Beacon. UK.
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Audio from: Anja Gracner, Alja Kriznik, sheril robles, elizabeth nikolakopoulou
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Illustrations from: IC Faenza San Rocco - Italy
Deep into a forest of darkness at the end of an unknown location, nowhere to be seen were a set of old metal gates kept closed by rusty padlocks. Thick with stinging netles and thorny brambles, the gates were tall with long spikes. Past them, was an old crooked and abandoned house, its cracked walls tall and its windows broken. Inside was total darkness and a paraphernalia of shattered mirrors, feathers, cobwebs and more – it would scare the socks off you. Nothing was happy, or clean. It was dusty, broken and destroyed. But, in one corner, a light was illuminated…
The candle had been carefully placed on a neat, round table. It was in a large jar, surrounded by smaller jars loaded with smaller candles. There was one occupant of this dark and desolate home, a girl named Sakura. She wore puffy clothes and stood between piles of garbage and bags of random items – gloves, wool, all sorts of things.
Deep into a forest of darkness at the end of an unknown location, nowhere to be seen were a set of old metal gates kept closed by rusty padlocks. Thick with stinging netles and thorny brambles, the gates were tall with long spikes. Past them, was an old crooked and abandoned house, its cracked walls tall and its windows broken. Inside was total darkness and a paraphernalia of shattered mirrors, feathers, cobwebs and more – it would scare the socks off you. Nothing was happy, or clean. It was dusty, broken and destroyed. But, in one corner, a light was illuminated…
The candle had been carefully placed on a neat, round table. It was in a large jar, surrounded by smaller jars loaded with smaller candles. There was one occupant of this dark and desolate home, a girl named Sakura. She wore puffy clothes and stood between piles of garbage and bags of random items – gloves, wool, all sorts of things.
As the dust settled, Sakura woke up under a pile of what had been, until a moment ago, the roof of her home. Rubbing her eyes and scrambling around in the rubble like a blinded animal, she felt lost.  Slowly, she opened her eyes. In front of her stood a tall boy wearing goggles. 
Sakura stumbled backwards and fell over. She scittered like a bug into a pile of old abandoned stuff. HE tried looking for her but gave up.  He turned and faced his flying bike, examining it.  It was absolutely wrecked.  “I guess that’s what happens when you crash through a roof!” He opened up a projector and showed an image of himself inside one of his hot-air balloons.  He heard the girl move and tried to coax her to join him.  She approached the screen like a hungry cat trying not to be seen but knowing they’ll be caught.  He signalled to her to be calm.  He held up the projector and smiled. He flicked a button and showed her a picture of him making his bike, then of him flying the bike, then a crash and more flying.  She watched, fascinated.  Finally, a picture of the boy with an older girl and two grown-ups – his family, she wondered?  

As the dust settled, Sakura woke up under a pile of what had been, until a moment ago, the roof of her home. Rubbing her eyes and scrambling around in the rubble like a blinded animal, she felt lost.  Slowly, she opened her eyes. In front of her stood a tall boy wearing goggles. 
Sakura stumbled backwards and fell over. She scittered like a bug into a pile of old abandoned stuff. HE tried looking for her but gave up.  He turned and faced his flying bike, examining it.  It was absolutely wrecked.  “I guess that’s what happens when you crash through a roof!” He opened up a projector and showed an image of himself inside one of his hot-air balloons.  He heard the girl move and tried to coax her to join him.  She approached the screen like a hungry cat trying not to be seen but knowing they’ll be caught.  He signalled to her to be calm.  He held up the projector and smiled. He flicked a button and showed her a picture of him making his bike, then of him flying the bike, then a crash and more flying.  She watched, fascinated.  Finally, a picture of the boy with an older girl and two grown-ups – his family, she wondered?  

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