A story that had to be 100 words long, or else. Written by me.
My arms were already sliced off, now they were cutting off my feet. They put me into a truck, hauled me into a laboratory. I witnessed my friends getting cut up into thousands of pieces. I knew what was coming. They shaved me, and cut me up, just like they did to my family and friends. They took me and turned me into a sort of glue. More machines. I came out as flat as a feather, and in many pieces. After many travels I was sent to a school. A student starting writing on me, “The Cost Of Deforestation”.
Samir Junejo
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