New Tales Of The Great Wall
Lok Chun Hei Michael, Group 2: Fiction, Xi'an International School
i. I'm The Great Wall. So, this is the 22nd century, and I'm a bit left out. Why? Well, in the past,
people thought that I represented China, and I was powerful. Before, people from every country come
to Bejiing, just to climb me and see how magnificent I am. But now, I am old, and I am starting to
become left out. No one comes to do repairs, and I am covered in drawings made by children, green
moss and even dents. People don't think that me, a patched, frayed and old wall could possibly
represent China. So, it looks like that I could only wait for the people to forget me.
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But one day, it all changed. It was just a normal day which people were always forgetting me. But then, I
heard a sound in the sky. First, I was like, "What was that?" But then, something big was flying in the sky
towards me. When I saw what it was, I wanted to run, but I had no legs.
It was a missile. But then, I saw another missile. Then another. Then another and another and another and
another...I wanted to scream, but I was frozen stiff. (By the way, I am already unable to move.) The missiles
were flying at me like hell. I closed my eyes and braced the impact.
KA-BOOM!!! The missiles hit, and I had three holes in my body. I was scorched all over. The last thing I
saw was a missile headed right at my face.
Then I saw nothing but darkness.
The next day, I woke up with a start. Then, I saw the blurred outline of a person looking at me. People
finally remembered me! I could feel people walking on me, the footsteps vibrating. But why?
Turns out that America was firing missiles at Afghanistan, but they missed and landed here instead. So, the
people here started to think if they needed sort of defence system to defend China. First, it was like some kind of
shield thingy, but then people remembered me, so they planned to rebuild me into a defensive system.
First, they planned the rebuild plan of me. Because dragons represented China, they planned to make me
into a dragon.
The rebuild was on. First, they planned to build a shild to protect them from being attacked when
rebuilding me. That went smoothly. It was a grey box that shot out a pink transparent laser shield. Then, they
started to rebuild me. They started to use pieces of metal to cover my old brick walls. They bended metal wires,
made them into a dragon head, and used them to cover one end of me.Then, they made me longer with more
bricks and metal on the other end.
But one day, the shield generator broke. Then, a missile blasted a hole in me. They wanted to fix it, but if
they fixed it, they wouldn't have enough materials to keep on building. So, they just built a simple wooden
bridge and a shield generator there. Because they rebuilt me like a dragon, and that place was the dragon's neck,
so they called it The Air Bridge.
After they finished rebuilding me, they put some weapons and defences on me. First, they put some long
laser ruby shields on me. They were basically some studs with a ruby in it. So, they could shoot out a long laser
and deflect lasers and destroy incoming projectiles.
Then, they put some laser turrets on every tower. These laser turrets can shoot more then 200 laser blasts
every second, making them extremely dangerous. It can destroy a titanium missile in mere seconds. Good for
attack and defence.
After that, they put over 10,000 old fashioned cannons on me for assaults. They shoot spiked lead
cannonballs, which can crush tanks. Even if it crushes a person and he still doesn't die, the poisoned lead will
kill the person.
Last but not least, they put plasma shield generators on me. Unlike laser shields, plasma shields can reflect
everything. But, they use up a lot of energy very quickly. Then they painted me in gold.
After a whole year of hard work, they finally finished rebuilding me. Now I stand gloriously as hundreds
of people go on me to sightsee, play bungee jump on The Air Bridge, watch the fireworks show, and of
course-watch missiles flying through the air just next to them, thanks to America.
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