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These are the best of the best writing folios from 8B2 and 8A2. Have a read! ** THE DIARY OF **** AWST **

The crescent moon provided a feeble amount of light on the alleys and lanes that wound their ways through the city of stone. I once again found myself trudging through the patches of puddles that were so common on the outskirts of “//Low Town”// with a hessian bundle strapped to my back. I could here the screams of fellow workers in the distance. I checked that no one was near and dropped my heavy load and rested against the wall of the alley.
 * 26th of **** Awst **

I knew I was not supposed to remove my pack and I would be punished for it later. I took a moment to look around this miserable city. I looked at the cobblestones beneath me that lead at an upward slant towards the top of the hill. Shifting my weight, I could glimpse the top of the summit through the chaotic disarray of grey buildings ahead of me.

The sun rarely reached farther than the top of the hill and it never shone on the outskirts of “//Low Town”// yet it always shone on the other side of the hill.

I could still feel the whip marks on my back that I had earned the past few days when had taken a break from labour to examine the edges of “//Low Town”//. After I had made my way around the border but not past the hill I reluctantly notified the other workers that there was no escape through the dense jungle that bordered us. I realized that perhaps my only way of escape was over the hilltop.

I absorbed the beautiful sight of sunlight before me and bent down to pick up the sack. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a movement on the hill. My eyes darted up again to see a person at the summit looking over the vast area of “//Low Town”//. Dropping my pack again, I zigzagged through the maze of narrow alleys focused on one thought. //This could be my only way out.// As I got closer I started yelling.

“HEY! Please help me!” I was sobbing when he turned to towards me. We locked eyes but then he quickly turned away and started the descent down the other side of the hill. I saw the difference in his clothing and his manner. He must have been a Utopian. I gave chase, not willing to let my freedom walk away. I got closer than I ever had. For a moment I thought I could make it but then a heavy object slammed into my back, sending an electric shock through my whole body rendering me unconscious.

I awoke suddenly. My head throbbing, I remembered how close I was – the closest I’d ever been. I examined my cell then hung my head to gather my thoughts. I didn’t think there would be any more escape attempts for a while because I had come to a realization about the Utopians. They wanted their Utopia and we were the ones who had to suffer for their paradise.

They knew but they did not want to know.


 * - GABRIEL TIGHE**

__The Darphon story__ 3/7/2319. I have developed a pair of “rose coloured glasses” where everything you see through them is what the wearer thinks is perfect. I will release them to the market in two years time when I have fully perfected it. I know I must keep it secret.

4/7/2319. My son has read my diary and found out about the glasses! I am very angry! I will punish him severely.

5/7/2319. My son has an idea about the glasses. Create a place where everyone wears them. It would be a utopia with everyone seeing what they believe to be perfect. They can create their own perfect life.

9/7/2319. My plan to build several skyscrapers filled with people living the perfect life is accepted by the building commissioner.

13/4/2320. Construction begins.

17/5/2320. I hire test guinea pigs to trial the glasses.

18/5/2320. Guinea pigs are growing dumb. I must educate them.

19/5/2320. My son has an idea about educating the guinea pigs. Since the glasses are already connected to the brain to produce the image of perfection, we could attach a microscopic wireless sensor to the glasses and control what they know. They wouldn’t even have to go to school!

20/5/2320. I discover I can fully manipulate these guinea pigs! It’s a breakthrough! I have even found a way to control what they say, think and feel! If everyone owned these glasses, I could control the world!

20/6/2320. Test is over and successful.

2/11/2410. Three buildings have been completed. Advertising for the “perfect place” has begun and we are already receiving application forms.

26/3/2411. 100 applicants already! Painting of buildings is complete. The paint is a white paint that when seen through the lenses of these glasses will make it whatever colour the wearer of the glasses wants.

31/5/2411. Transformation box is perfected. Transformation box is a box painted with the white paint that will transform into whatever the wearer of the glasses wants.

1/6/2411. 500 applicants! Applicants can start moving in about three weeks time. Construction of ONE HUNDRED MORE buildings has begun and will be finished in about half the time.

2/7/2411. First applicants move in.

20/7/2411. Comments begin to flood in about the buildings. “It’s perfect!” is what they all say. Little do they know but their friends and family are simply people who’ve been taken over. They’re similar to robots. Comments about houses are just as I expected. “It’s perfect!” is what they all say. Little do they know but they’re actually living in small white apartments. Comments about the tings to do are just as I expected. “It’s perfect!” they all say. Little do they know but all they do is eat, work and sleep. They don't even get paid for working! I control them so they think not getting paid is good.

3/8/2411. I name my empire “Darphon”.

14/1/2412. A man’s glasses have failed. He was a builder working on the top floor of the third Darphon building. After receiving an electric shock to his brain, he fell off to his death. I will soon be ruined. This is the end. Goodbye.

By Jack Holburn