I am running through a field, a dark cloud is glooming over the hills. I am now sprinting to my destination, before time runs out.
Pandora is clear in my vision now. I can see her in the distance, she slowly moves her hand towards the latch to reveal the hate inside. She hesitates as the box jumps. All of the darkness inside, synchronised in movement. Suddenly a cloud of smoke escapes the box, roaring as it does so narrowly brushing my ear.
Hate released. The cloud of smoke rising in the air, surrounding the field, and the touching the moon. Around now, you can see people starting to fade, smiles beginning to disappear and shouting is heard in the distance. Hate begins to take over.
Hope is what we need to conquer hate forever.
By Zach Connell, Year 9