I uploaded a similar copy to this to a dodgy website as a .pdf for my teachers to download. Other than that I haven't uploaded my story anywhere else.

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Thanks! It was the original copy and didn't want to change anything about it. Glad u enjoyed it tho ^-^

Hi! My name's Emma and I'm 19 years old. I wrote this short story when I was 15 for my school contest, "45 minute creative writing challenge" and thought I would share it here. Let me know what u think ? Oh Jesus Make It Stop London Grey ominous clouds overrun the sky, tainting it like an infection that just can't be rid of: controlling - holding - like a leech: sucking the blood from a body. Darkness rules - the sunlight's freedom and joy are shackled like bars of entrapment imprisoning the sky. Threads of golden rays slowly glimmer through the broken clouds bringing fragments of hope. Storm clouds unite in retaliation. The raining bullets seem to punish and strike the ground with a terrifying force, like a bayonet piercing the flesh and bones of a soldier. Sudden illumination battles with darkness; bolts of light seize the clouds. These are not rays of hope, but rays of oppression, wounding the ground, stripping away the concrete surface revealing the purity of the Earth. Standing tall and proud, at the mercy of the elements, is the alabaster columns of the metropolis. The hierarchy of wealth reveals each building, epitomizing their status, power and wealth. Tall column towers are like the sentinels guarding the cosmopolitan city, a monumental presence egotistically fronting the Thames. Beneath their mammoth feet is the repetitive hubbub of horns that cascade through the city. Enveloping - suffocating: filling your cochlea with white noise. This is a place where one can get lost in translation: humanity, individuality and personality become as one. Corruption rules like a totalitarian state. London... chained by poverty and crime. This is where my story begins The DKE, Delta Kappa Epsilon, the toughest borough of London: polluted with the scent of anguish, and relentlessness of apprehension kills the soul inside. Sinister gangs lurk around every corner - waiting... waiting... waiting - like looks stalking their prey until the moment is right to strike. No brightness enters the neighborhood - only guns, knives and weapons. They are used to stab the fear into the innocence of life. Evil is inflicted on them, holding their opportunities down like handcuffs tied to their hands. The Illoquid (Council Estates) were poverty-stricken - not even the CAPE's (Charlie Alpha Police Enforcers) would enter the area: and they were the State Police, 'supposedly' the toughest, most ruthless Officer Unit anyone could encounter. The Illoquid could only be found in this small cramped Borough of five miles², they were grim and sombre, an overcast of shadows could be found at their feet. Gangs rule parts of the Borough: what goes in, what comes out, what stays here, drugs, guns, food, cars, the whole shebang. Nothing ever leaves the watchful eye of Big Brother - the most superior Gang of all. There would always be a fight between Big Brother and Little Brother, another Gang fighting for control, but for the right reasons. Little Brother wanted to implement a structure in the DKE, giving an importance of Education and freedom. The only way to do that was to kill. So now, I sit in a dark cell - nowhere to escape my situation of loneliness. The shadows bring no hope: only fear. It grasps me, no escape from Hell, only pain is what I must endure. The DKE is like a prison of despair, survival of the fittest is imperative, the only rule one must abide to survive. The voices scream inside my head and body, telling me I'm nothing... nothing... nothing. I rock continuously on Grandmother's rocking chair, looking at the dark red liquid stained shirt. It clutches on for dear life. I smoke my Havana 58' Cigar, pretending as if it were a Cohito. Grandmother would always complain to me, "You're killing yourself and it's going to catch up with you one day, mark my words". Yeah, thank God you didn't see what the DKE has become. I swig Glenmorgan Scotch Whiskey, the rarest of its kind. I watch outside, I never leave the window sill. I make sure I know who enters the building and who goes out.