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The Anti-Trauma Initiative (Award Winner)

Short story By: M J Owen

A selection of letters taken out of the Anti-Trauma Initiative folder, showing the effects the alien invasion had on children.

(Winner of the Humor me, I DARE YOU!!!!! award.)

Submitted:Aug 11, 2012    Reads: 38    Comments: 5    Likes: 2   

The following letters were written by the children of St Bridget's Junior School between the ages of 8 and 11. They were written after the alien invasion that took place between July 8th and August 1st 2012 in North-West England. Professor Albert Christian-Hempsmith of the University of Chester, an expert in child psychology, believed that by the children expressing their feelings early, it would avoid potential episodes of trauma later in life, as children have a habit of clinging on to traumatic experiences.

The letters below were selected as part of the rehabilitation project set up the Department of National Health, in partnership with the NHS.

All spelling mistakes have been corrected and drawings removed.

Katie Leatherbarrow. Aged 9.

I was chased by an alien. My mummy said that it was my older brother dressed up as an alien and was not really an alien but then a soldier came and he had a gun and he shot the alien and then my mummy said that it wasn't my brother it was an alien. I cried when the soldier shot the alien because I thought it was my brother but when I knew that it was not my brother I was happy that the soldier shot him. The alien, not my brother. He had green blood.

Christopher Barton. Aged 10.

I saw an alien so I kicked my football at him. It hit him in the head and he fell. I looked over the fence and our next door neighbour was on the floor with a bloody nose. I explained to him that I thought he was an alien but he shouted and then told my Nan. I was grounded. My granddad said that the aliens had gone home that I was not allowed to kick the ball at Mr. Rogers no more.

Liam King. Aged 11.

Me and my family hid in our loft until the aliens had gone. Me, my mum, my dad, my sister Katie, my other Lisa, and my other sister Jess. When the aliens came my dad said we all had to have a sleep over in the loft. He went to the cupboard and got lots of tinned food like beans and hot dogs. We had to eat them cold. Lisa kept crying and I told mum we should put her with the aliens so she doesn't give us away. She said that was a bad idea and I needed to be nice to Lisa because she is only 4 and I am her older brother and need to look after her. I told mum I would rather look after an alien.

Tia Olivia Clarke. Aged 8.

Aliens are big poopy heads.

Jack Bennett. Aged 11.

The alien ate my dog. My dog's name is Burger. I got him two years ago and my mum and dad let me name him. He is a Golden Retriever. Last week I took him the park and he chased a duck and tried to bite it. The duck bit him on the nose and he made a big howl. He tried to bite the alien too but the alien zapped him. I was very sad but my mum said I can have a rabbit. I will name him Hot Dog.

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