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Lost but not forgotten

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The boy in the ruins

It was pitch black, nothing. All I had was my fiery flame, from my wooden torch. My pale, swollen feet trudging on the cold pebbly floor. Splinters on my burnt hands from the rough wood of the torch, I couldn’t afford to drop it, since it was my only source of light. All of a sudden, a beam of light shone on my lifeless face. I had forgotten what it was like to see light; I Had not seen it in a long time.  I saw the symmetric patterns on the stone walls. I stubbed my toe on what I think are old, cobblestone stairs. I lift up my foot onto the first rocky step. One. Two. Three. I can feel my heart is pounding. One. Two. Three. I finally reach the top. I tilt my head up, only to see a dark, gloomy passage way, like a haunted house, waiting for someone to enter. I took one step closer. Then another. Then another. The charcoal path sucking me in like a child in an irresistible playground. When I enter, I feel a pang of regret in my dark heart. I knew now, there was no turning back. I was a piece in a game of death, and there was no escape.

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The shot of my life

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I walk onto the pitch.

Each and every member of the crowd has their eyes glued to me.

I take the pass, and think; do I really deserve to be here?

I start to walk off the pitch, but wait.

I have worked way too hard not to play this game today.

I AM a good player.

I CAN score a goal.

I CAN win a match.

And I CAN prove that to everyone.

I walk back onto the pitch. I hear a gasp from the crowd.

Then I run up and take the shot of my life…..

Grandpa’s

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“Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!” These were the words which echoed the house it was an unforgivable screech for a Sunday morning.

I replied with a grunt, “5 more minutes.”

Mournfully, however much I wished, to rest mum gave me the glare, so I scrambled out of bed and tossed various clothes on me.After a while consulting with my mum we came to the impact we would go to grandpas for 2 hours.

Eventually we arrived at grandpas and the greeting was timid, he is generally an active man so this gave a queasy feeling. Something didn’t seem in order. Whenever i walked towards the conservatory grandpa tugged his collar . there must have been something in there. But what? From when? Why?

Secrets

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It was a dark misty night; a storm was approaching. As a crack of lightning lit up the sky, a car drove into a deserted garage. The garage belonged to a haunted house. The family who were moving in on this dark night didn’t know the history that lies within this house.
The father reached for the door knocker; its shape was a face. The face of the knocker looked petrified and pale. It was as if the knocker was giving out a warning not to enter. He knocked the door; nothing happened. He knocked again; the door swung open. No one was there! The family entered, forgetting what just happened.

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The Two Tragedies

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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.

The water logged ruin

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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.

Crossing over

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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

A man and a temple

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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.

Arachne you shall be punished

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Dear Arachne.

I am the mighty Zeus, lord of the skies; god of gods. I am writing this to advise you to stop your inordinately hubristic behaviour. I know it sounds thrilling to possible be more pre eminent at weaving than one of us gods but carry on in this puerile manner and the punishment will be severe.

Athena is an exquisite weaver so to even become close to her ability and skill is a tremendous achievement; in doing this you have far transcended what any mortal has done before. However, you should not announce it with trumpets. This will cause other people to disfavour you and you will no longer draw others attention towards your tapestry. No matter how divine your work is.

Various other mortals have suffered plenty from their hubris. Carry on in this way and you will find that you are to be the next victim of excessive pride. You have been afflicted with vanity and way to if you do not steer yourself away from this wretched path then you will be the following person to suffer this harrowing fate.

You are a superior weaver and you future could and should be bright. However, we gods are in charge of your fate and we abhor it deeply when others believe they are to a greater degree than us. You should admire us and thank us for what we do.

I am warning you, you must stop this furore or your days will be numbered. This is your last chance before we act.

Yours sincerely,

Zeus