Some stories written in Creative Writing Club this term

 

Falling…

My sturdy boots trudge through the sand, water slowly seeping through like a flood on a ship. Soon my feet are fully submerged in the deep, black void that is the salty water of a never-ending ocean.

It starts, fading in and out of vision. In fact, I don’t know if it was my vision or someone else’s. I don’t know how I got here as I just remember falling into a deep sleep. I slump to the floor and start crying. The water seeps into my rugged jeans, stinging my legs as water collides with sweat. This pain did not bother me though as too many dark, conspiratorial thoughts floated around my brain.

 At this point, I didn’t even know if the mind I was thinking with was real. The strange thing was that the seemingly endless sea was only shimmering gently at the top of my heel, not going up or down with the tide, just staying as stationary as an abandoned car in a back street. As I looked back, I realised that the beach that I had come from had disappeared, like smoke from a gun.

 Moving forward, I noticed a boat in the distance, so, upon seeing this I gravitated towards it. When I arrived at the vessel, I saw two men lying on the deck of the small rowing boat, one with blood crusted around his mouth and the other with his hand clutching his heart. The latter was breathing, however it was sharp small breaths coming from his mouth and I couldn’t clearly view his face as it was buried in the other man’s cold, dead corpse.

 I lifted the man’s head up - he was very ugly, with a face like the devil himself. However, the most notable thing about his face was the knife clutched between his teeth, a red mark staining the tip. I inferred that this was the blade used to brutally murder the other man. I examined the other man’s neck closely, finally finding a jagged knife wound in his neck. I remembered that the murderer was still breathing so I took the weapon from his jaw and squatted next to the boat, waiting for him to come back to conscience.

“We have an extremely high heart rate; it’s working…”

The man was awake. I was prepared to do something unforgivable; I was drowning in my madness.

A stab and a click. I left the mangled remains. The number of murderers in this world hadn’t decreased.

Test 1 Complete

Status: Successful

By Luke T – Year 7

The Soul Island

It was a long time ago since I last knew where I was. My boat has run out of the fuel and now I’m slowly drifting into the endless thick cloud of fog. The waves are slowly rocking my boat back and forward like a mother rocking a baby to sleep. Maybe I should go to sleep now - it’s been a long day and I haven’t caught much fish - and I’m running low on supplies. I glance at my watch; the time is eleven past twelve at night. Just as my boat enters the fog and my eyes close, I notice a dark shadow, towering over me.

Immediately, I sit up and narrow my eyes to see what this ominous shadow is. And then I see it: an island - a place of refuge at last! My boat merges towards it. The sea is deadly still and silent. My boat gently hits the island. A shiver goes down my spine and a gust of wind whips past my face. I gasp. There are lights. Blue, cold lights moving and there are so many of them. I notice the ground is bumpy and brown. I look closer only to see there are faces in the soil. I dive back and hit my head on my boat. However, it doesn’t hurt. I feel where I hit my head and there is nothing: no bruises, no scars, no blood. Nothing.

Horrified, I climb out of my boat onto the soil of faces. I shiver as I make my way towards the cold blue lights. Soon I can make out a village on the horizon. I see shadows dancing in the windows and in the centre a grand church with shadows filtering into the doors. I am shocked - this Island was never marked on any map I have seen. I glance at my watch – the time is eleven past twelve at night - the same time I entered the fog.

By Henry L – Year 8

 

A Short Story by Hettie G – Year 7

There was a knock at the door. Then another.

Then a shout, ‘Open up. I know you’re in there’. 

My heart was pounding, jumping from my body, dancing around, taunting me. I crouched down on the floor.

Maybe if I hide, they will forget I’m here?

 ‘Open up! You can’t hide forever!’ the same rough voice beat the door. Oh no what have I done, I thought. Suddenly, I heard an ear-splitting crash followed by a scream. My thoughts cleared. Was Missy ok? Silence. Dead silence.

Then heavy footsteps walked down the corridor towards the room I was hiding in.

There was a knock on my door.

‘I know you’re in there!’.

How did he know where I was?

‘I have gotten rid of one last nasty Thorn,’ he said with a laugh.

Confusion rushed around my head mixed with panic and terror. What did he mean he had gotten rid of one thorn? Thorn was my last name. What did he mean? Where was Missy, Mum, Dad? Where were they and what had happened? Silent tears rolled down my face, I was thinking of all the worst things that could happen.

‘OPEN UP. NOW!’ he yelled. ‘DON’T MAKE ME REPEAT MYSELF!’ he yelled louder this time. Suddenly a loud BANG. I let out a scream.

‘Well, well, well look who we have here.’ He was breathing over me, ‘If it isn’t the last Thorn. I thought the Thorn family were fighters, not hiders.’ BANG! He slammed the floor in the area I was just 5 seconds ago.

I ran. Ran out of the house. ‘COME BACK THORN!’

He was running after me.

‘LUCIFER WILL HEAR ABOUT THIS!’ he screamed after me.