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Crimson echoes: The weight of regret

For this edition, yet again, our creative writing entries were amazing! We asked our fellow young writers to let their imagination run wild and take part in our “Unexpected beginnings” writing competition. The brief was to craft a captivating story, poem, or piece of creative writing but with a twist: The first sentence had to begin with “I didn’t mean to…

I didn’t mean to….I didn’t know this would happen. Tears of shame rolled down my crimson cheeks staring down my disaster like a hawk. I bow my head in sorrow as the efflorescence of the earth washes over me.

Debris and dead bodies litter the ground like a labyrinth before my scolded feet. The only thing standing upright in the barren, blood red landscape was the flag of my enemy. Symbolic. Brave. Ruthless. I sniff the air trying frantically to calm my mind down. It smelt like burnt petroleum.

I trudge further through the world which people had nourished greatly. The weight of the fallen squash me like a soda can. Echoes of the recently deceased ring in my ears splashing me with depression.

I didn’t mean to…I didn’t know this would happen.

Please note: All articles written by young people are fictional in nature and nothing is to be taken as fact.
By Harry Garratt, Robert Smyth
 
Photo credit: Jan Otto Hovden via Pexels

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