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Indigenous E-Book 2019

by Samantha Golding

Pages 4 and 5 of 109

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Sitting on the sand dunes, my eyes widen as a giant raft cuts through the waves. My heart was beating out of my chest because I had no idea what the humongous object sailing over the horizon was. I had so many thoughts rushing through my brain, they were like a rapid river. Out of the corner of my eye all I saw was my family racing out of the bush to see what the giant object was, they were all shocked. The raft got bigger and bigger as it got closer to the land. I saw the raft slow down and all I heard was the clunking of the raft and the creaking of the old rusty parts. The humongous raft was a beast lurking towards our land. They were like a colony of ants spewing out of the beast’s mouth. They all marched towards me and then there we were face to face.

Conner Alcorn
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As I walk around the dusty path I can see my kids running around cheerfully while they play tag. I start to hear an engine and then I start to see a big brown wooden wagon starting to approach us. I throw a rock at the shadow of the wagon to see if it was only my imagination. Suddenly I hear a “Thump”. I then franticly call out to my kids then one of them run into my arms and scream “My sis is gone”. I then feel a weight on my back I turn around and it was my son Tim in the background. I hear a worried scream I start to tear up as I notice the scream is saying don’t take me from my mum. I start to glare at a tall white man in a black cotton and polyester suit with black shiny boots with white laces. I stand and I feel a grasp of my kids I fall to the ground in a puddle of tears and see the wagon drive away as I scream in tears “My kids are gone.“

Hannah Clancy
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As I walk around the dusty path I can see my kids running around cheerfully while they play tag. I start to hear an engine and then I start to see a big brown wooden wagon starting to approach us. I throw a rock at the shadow of the wagon to see if it was only my imagination. Suddenly I hear a “Thump”. I then franticly call out to my kids then one of them run into my arms and scream “My sis is gone”. I then feel a weight on my back I turn around and it was my son Tim in the background. I hear a worried scream I start to tear up as I notice the scream is saying don’t take me from my mum. I start to glare at a tall white man in a black cotton and polyester suit with black shiny boots with white laces. I stand and I feel a grasp of my kids I fall to the ground in a puddle of tears and see the wagon drive away as I scream in tears “My kids are gone.“

Hannah Clancy