50 years in the future
You carry your equipment down to the brown lifeless mucky ocean where the mudflat used to lie.Your gas mask stops the unbreathable dead rotten air from your getting to your lungs. You dig for hours in the muddy green sludge, finding not even a pebble. You use the bigger shovel to dig up more and faster. You find a rock a fossil! A smile runs across your face as you hadn't found anything in years. You quickly recognize the scattery creature, a crab. You came down here to find something that could tell a story to stop what has happened here. You carry your heavy backpack filled with your mask, body cote and shovels inside. You run with the dark gloomy clouds over your head. And start to write a story...
By Yasmin
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