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Press, 11 April 1978, Page 18

WEIRD A dark gloomy night, Motionless, Weird. An owl screeches a cry through the cold Hollow night. Suddenly the silent night is broken. Heavy thundering, Twisted scream of wheels skidding, A horrifying crash. The smell of burning rubber and Petrol fumes, take over from the night air. Gruesome cries of pain from the victims. People, muttering and shouting in a cursed way. Sirens wail. Minutes pass. Then all is back to a peaceful night. Joanne Knipe, aged 13.

WRECKAGE Shaking, trembling, wobbling, crashing. Screeching metal against road. Two mangled corpses, blood dripping. Wailing of agony. Foggy mist seeping down. Burnt rubber fuming the awesome sight. Mysterious fog waving gently over the mangled wreckage. Guts, organs, flesh, blood-soaked ground. Covering mist, scene fading into the darkness. Gloomy, spooky mist that seeps the scene into the darkness. Graham Eddy, aged 12.

THE ACCIDENT The sickening destruction The mangled machine The weird wailing Pain and agony Gruesome, terrifying, Trembling with shock, i Death was a mystery. 1 Leanne Burrell, aged 12.

SEEMING NOT TO CARE Walking through an empty street. Hands in my pockets. Fog clouding the way. Lost. Lonely. Screeching, Cries of agony, Fading to silence. Twisted corpses, Blood and guts, Horror. Burning rubber, Wrecked bikes, Ambulance sirens. Walking away. Hands in my pockets. Thoughts of pain and destruction, Engraved upon my mind. Anon, aged 12.