By Emma and Emily

I am lost. I couldn’t remember the last time I saw light, or my beloved family. I look ahead, but instead of seeing nothing, I see a dark gloomy hole. I crawl in, un-alarmed about what could happen to me.

I proceeded on my dark journey, in golfed in curiosity and eeriness about what is ahead of me. I take one more step forward, only to see a speck of light coming from above. By the minute, it’s increasing by size. I run forward, in hope of life, only to lay my eyes on…

I close my eyes, only to feel my thudding heart beat that was like my whole life flashed before my eyes. I can see my mother. My father. My brother. I had a family. I open my eyes, only to see a whole city of ruins, swallowing all darkness. My eyes aching in agony, as I haven’t seen light as long as I could remember.

I run forward in hope of life beyond darkness, but in front of me I see an outline of another living human, standing a couple feet away from me. I freeze in shock. I can’t move. I can’t breathe. I can’t believe what i have just witnessed. I gasp for breath.

I hear a gasp. I spin around. I see another figure eyeing me down like a predator hunting its prey. My heart is pounding I urge myself to say something but I am lost for words. We’re both a statue.  I can’t believe what I have just witnessed.

“Uhh……Hhhi” I mutter with a shaking voice. I feel a sudden connection into my once lonely heart. I feel a tingly feeling shiver up my spine. I think I remember her from somewhere. I suddenly remember. I had a family. I had a mother. I had a father. I had a sister. She is my sister.

I hesitate to answer. Then I suddenly feel a pang of life shoot through my Blake heart. I remember him. He was the person that me smile and laugh. He was the person who encouraged me to try new things. He was the person who helped me over come my fears. I remember him. He is my brother. “Uhh…i remember you…you’re my brother.” I say, my eyes welling up with tears.

I was standing in the middle of a room crammed with artifacts in every corner.

How did I get here?

Where was here?

My torch flickered out as I trudged through the water logged ruin. I ducked under a collapsed pillar into what appeared to be a town. All the buildings were nearly identical to each other and in the centre of this town was a statue that towered over me like an enraged dragon.

It was made of lapis lazuli and the finest opals for eyes. I clambered on to the statue to see where I was.

A young girl gathering flowers; following a twisted path.

Following her heart, nature all around her.

Animals scurrying past her, but on the horizon a dark storm.

She is running out of time.

Is she going to make it?

Thunder, lightning striking the face of the earth.

Then she saw it: a dark sinister look.

Her spine tingling.

Its pale life less face split into an evil grin.

 Then staring at her, a figure appeared.

His coal like eyes narrowed to slits: a glimmer of evil.

Then it spoke. A splinter of ice in his voice, “It’s time, time to cross over to the other side.”

By Lillie and Katheine

Trekking through the forest; a shiver in my bones.

Sweat pours.

My heart pounding; my hands trembling.

My head full of mysteries.

Mud is oozing inbetween my toes.

Startled by a rustling, I hault.

Something is watching me…

The man limped into the room, blood trickled of his leg leaving a trail behind him, rain pattered on the cracked stone floor, a canopy of trees shielded the ruin from the worst of the storm. Dense trees surround the temple from all sides like a huge brick wall. But the man had made it. He had battled his way through the rainforest and won. Now he would collect his prize. Now he could see the gold softly glowing in the half light. He lunged forwards, towards the gold. He noticed skeletons propped up on the crumbling walls.  The man started to move towards the gold. And also the man was parched, he lent down , cupped his hands and drank from the little lake that stood in his way.

Next, he waded through the rapidly growing lake and clambered up the stairs. And finally he put the gold in his sack. He clambered back down the stairs and entered the lake. When he was halfway through he sensed danger. Then, something brushed passed his leg. The water rippled close to him. Then his blood went cold. Thousands of silver fish were charging at him. Seconds later a stabbing pain tore through his leg. He was dragged under the water. The water went red and his limp body surfaced yet he could be anything he had been torn apart.