The Lost Thing

Aria Kumar

All sorts of misplaced marvels scampered, slithered, or stampeded around the misaligned paradise. The Lost thing gazed at what was happening before his astonished eyes. One of the many interesting objects that were laid in front his eyes was a silver statue with tinged edges, by a sunny yellow machine which was shimmering brightly in the vibrant summer sun.

Before the Lost thing could move his large bold red body any further, he was whipped away by a pineapple-coloured cardboard box-shaped bot. The Lost thing could not even ask where he was. The Lost thing found himself to be inside a sort of den made out of a collection of old rusty scraps of metal collaged to form a very basic shelter with a random blue door. The Lost thing was confused this misaligned paradise filled with misplaced marvels was crazy enough and now he had no idea what he was about to experience. Thinking he was about to be killed, the Lost thing decided to explore his surroundings.

Inside the fort the Lost thing stared at the bot rolling forwards and backwards, left and right, rapidly until, 

“Hi, I’m Wheels”, Wheels announced proudly to the Lost thing’s shock.

“I’m the Lost thing”, responded the Lost thing confused as he had never had a proper conversation before.

“Welcome to my den”, declared Wheels loudly.

Wheels went closer to the side of the den and listened to the outside in case anyone was listening to their conversation especially insufferable red bot because Wheels had a plan to exterminate him with his secret crimson red punching glove encased inside him.

More to come, stay tuned……