"Not when something like this happens! Not her, no not now, no...no...no," Lottie shook her head in disbelief, her blue eyes pleading Matterstruck, begging him not to. "Not now! Please Matterscruck please, please...please!" And as hard as she tried to prevent it, as much as she knew she couldn't, she shouldn't - a wet, salty tear leaked from her glistening eyes.
Matterstruck. The darkest, most feared, sinister being, with deathly pale skin and small, squinted eyes that never dared to leak a tear. His twig-like fingers crawled forward, his stained finger nails making a small, but deep cut into Lottie's soft, pink cheek that now began to bleed painfully. But she made no movement, no action to prevent her warm, red blood from trickling down her cheek onto her pink, cotton pyjama top. She stayed as she was from when he had first entered her warmly-lit living room, from when she had first noticed his dark figure slyly slip into their room.
She had been playing with her two year old daughter, Emily, watching her glow with happiness as she giggled while she played with her dolls.
But time had ticked on since then, the happiness and overwhelming love that Lottie's face had shined with then, felt to her now, as if it could have been years ago. She was now shielding her dearest, most cherished possession that she owned. When she saw him in her house, her smile fell, her face drained from any happy emotion. Lottie had scrambled across the room with Emily in her arms to place her daughter - still rosy cheeked - on the sofa hidden from Matterstruck. But he had smelt the baby, he had forced his way towards her kicking dolls and other obstacles out of the way and now he faced her struggling mother. And then, in a loud hiss Matterstruck said, "You should not weep Charlotte. You should not shed a single tear, for i am here now. I will rescue Emily from you. She will be forever safe. I will raise her, teach her and slowly, i will befriend her. She will believe me to be her friend, tutor, and in someways... her father." At this word Lottie reluctantly shed another tear and moved her hand behind her back in order to hold her daughter's hand. She felt her soft, sweet hands, she felt the smallness and the youth that Emily kept in them. She gripped it tight. Lottie never wanted to let go, she never wanted to forget her one daughter. But as Matterstruck held up her free hand gently, delicately as though he were about to kiss it, she felt the end was near and as she shook with saddness and defeat she wracked her brains.
"No!" She thought, "No, this won't happen. Not to her, not now." Hesitantly, she pulled her hand back from Matterstruck's grip. He slowly moved his miniscule eyes to stare straight into hers when she whispered, "No Matterstuck." And for a split second all was silent, he did not move, he simply stared at her. She was the only one who had ever said 'no', he had no response to give but shock. But she had not pleaded him and persuading herself to go now or never, she turned swiftly grabbed Emily in her arms and ran. Before he came to his senses, he was standing in Lottie's living room alone. Lottie sprinted out the front door - still open from when Matterstruck had intruded - she felt her keys in her coat pocket, snatched it off the hook and hurried outside. But she wasn't safe yet, no, she wasn't that lucky. She swung open the car door, placed Emily on the passenger seat and her fingers stumbled to light the ignition. She could hear cackles of ghostly laughter from her house. But as she struggled to concentrate on what she was doing, she couldnt hear or see much, all was a blur. She backed out of the drive, noisily swerving round and drove, as fast as she could into the darkness. And she could not help but feel elated, she had escaped with her daughter. She was lucky, so lucky, but Matterstruck's cackle still rang in her head, he would not forget, he would never let them escape. Or would he?
Wednesday, 24 November 2010
Wednesday, 17 November 2010
ONAY.
I'm not sure whether this is finished or not but take a read if you wish :) ...
As he walked down the high street, Elliot, a ten year old boy, with mousey brown hair that shined under the striking, bright white reflection of the tall standing lamposts,which marked his way through the deep, thick, fog, - of which made this mild, November evening yet more eery. - carried little but a small, helpless gorgleblug, which he cradled softly and carefully in his skinny arms.
"At least you're safe now...well, i mean sort of." He glanced down briefly at Paddle, his own, very own gorgleblug that his parents had christened him with when he was merely a wailing baby. -with wise, wide brown eyes that sparkle when it smiles and pale grey and brown fur that gently spikes out from its body, each strand the texture of a princess' silk wedding dress - It had become a dear and cherished friend to Elliot over the recent years.
He was walking briskly, almost running from the ever questioned, Onay House. Where he had spent all ten happy years of his life, from which he held many pleasant memories, living with other families like his.
But then, on the November night, when the lamposts flickered on and off , when the fog grew thick and murky - that was the end to Onay House.
Elliot hopped down the stairs merrily, - past the window that he could hardly see out of after the grown-ups had pulled heavy, purple velvet curtains over it - each one at a time while Paddle, sitting on his shoulder, whispered jokes into his right ear, making him giggle and smile now and then - But when he came to land on the final step, he stopped. His smile fell from his face like large hail stones fall from the sky and the whole house fell silent. The Mulgrews upstairs stopped laughing histerically at the t.v, the Sprues stopped chatting over dinner, the Clays stopped dancing to old music and Elliot's parents stopped admiring their son from the top of the staircase.
A chilled gust of wind swept through the house. And then it started. Panick, fear and fright was felt by all occupants of Onay House. As the noise of the wind began to rise, the Mulgrews shouted 'quick run!' the Sprues frantickly attempted to collect all of their precious belongings, the Clays sprinted into the mist outside, and Elliot desperately looked up for his parents, he spun around, he cupped Paddle within his hands and stumbled up the stairs to the landing where he just saw them. He ran into all the rooms, his room, their room, the Mulgrews', Clays' and the Sprues' rooms but they weren't anywhere. He shouted in frustration and shock, "Mum! Dad! Dad where are you?! Mum! Mum! Mum! Dad! Where are you! Please, Please..." His voice trailed off as a worried tear fell from his watering eye, and as the wind howled louder and grew colder, making Onay House darker than the night sky, he ran as fast as he could down the wooden - now rickety staircase - and bolted for the door, but, unlike the ear-splitting sound of the wind howling in the house, when he reached outside, surrounded by mist, he was in complete silence. But he had to get away, he had to run away from it.
As he walked down the high street, Elliot, a ten year old boy, with mousey brown hair that shined under the striking, bright white reflection of the tall standing lamposts,which marked his way through the deep, thick, fog, - of which made this mild, November evening yet more eery. - carried little but a small, helpless gorgleblug, which he cradled softly and carefully in his skinny arms.
"At least you're safe now...well, i mean sort of." He glanced down briefly at Paddle, his own, very own gorgleblug that his parents had christened him with when he was merely a wailing baby. -with wise, wide brown eyes that sparkle when it smiles and pale grey and brown fur that gently spikes out from its body, each strand the texture of a princess' silk wedding dress - It had become a dear and cherished friend to Elliot over the recent years.
He was walking briskly, almost running from the ever questioned, Onay House. Where he had spent all ten happy years of his life, from which he held many pleasant memories, living with other families like his.
But then, on the November night, when the lamposts flickered on and off , when the fog grew thick and murky - that was the end to Onay House.
Elliot hopped down the stairs merrily, - past the window that he could hardly see out of after the grown-ups had pulled heavy, purple velvet curtains over it - each one at a time while Paddle, sitting on his shoulder, whispered jokes into his right ear, making him giggle and smile now and then - But when he came to land on the final step, he stopped. His smile fell from his face like large hail stones fall from the sky and the whole house fell silent. The Mulgrews upstairs stopped laughing histerically at the t.v, the Sprues stopped chatting over dinner, the Clays stopped dancing to old music and Elliot's parents stopped admiring their son from the top of the staircase.
A chilled gust of wind swept through the house. And then it started. Panick, fear and fright was felt by all occupants of Onay House. As the noise of the wind began to rise, the Mulgrews shouted 'quick run!' the Sprues frantickly attempted to collect all of their precious belongings, the Clays sprinted into the mist outside, and Elliot desperately looked up for his parents, he spun around, he cupped Paddle within his hands and stumbled up the stairs to the landing where he just saw them. He ran into all the rooms, his room, their room, the Mulgrews', Clays' and the Sprues' rooms but they weren't anywhere. He shouted in frustration and shock, "Mum! Dad! Dad where are you?! Mum! Mum! Mum! Dad! Where are you! Please, Please..." His voice trailed off as a worried tear fell from his watering eye, and as the wind howled louder and grew colder, making Onay House darker than the night sky, he ran as fast as he could down the wooden - now rickety staircase - and bolted for the door, but, unlike the ear-splitting sound of the wind howling in the house, when he reached outside, surrounded by mist, he was in complete silence. But he had to get away, he had to run away from it.
Monday, 15 November 2010
KELLY.
MY stomach lurched as she came through the door.
“Hi smelly Kelly!” Apart from her continual, feeble atempt to rhyme, Becky hardly ever, even tried to achieve acedemic success and seldom did I see her walk through that wooden, newly painted, white door that enters into our classroom. I’ll never know why i’m friends with her,
“Oh, er hi Becky, ho-wha-what have you been up to?”
” Nothing much really, ” she replied, un-interested in the question, but then she laughed to herself: “Just been messin’ up this year 6 girl!” Oh, she really cackled now. “Made her start the waterworks and everything! Yeah, she went sobbing off to mummy… ‘cus of me.” She pointed to her face as if she was somehow proud of this, as though she should be awarded a medal or even be thanked by the 10 year-old and her parents.
“Dad always tells me, you’ll only gain friends by acting like a friend. Never tease, never bully - he says.” I don’t know why but Becky laughed at me.
“Oh is that what Kelly’s little daddy told her? is it?” She said, in a sarcastic, mocking sort of tone. I decided to start a different conversation.
“We still going to your house this afternoon?” She now painted a mysterious smile across her face, as if she knew something that i would soon find out.
“Actually…I’ve decided that we should take a little trip to Kacka field instead…” She said hesitantly, as if waiting for some dramatic reaction to come, but i have no idea what she’s talking about, i don’t want to sound weird or naive and not know where Kacka field is or what it even looks like so i simply replied:
“Okay…maybe we could go to your house tomorrow then.” But my voice trailed off and she had turned around after ‘okay’ not interested in anything else that came out of my mouth.
******
“Shall we play hide and seek?” Becky asked me, as we hopped over the wooden gate into a dimly lighted, what looked more like a wood rather than a field. Her eager expression was almost too eager for an infants’ game.
“Er…sure Becky…” Almost before i had finished that sentence she was running off to hide, shouting:
“Great, you seek first yeah? count to 40.” I can see where she’s hiding, argh this was gonna be so easy! Her feet poked out behind a tall, proud standing oak, which shadowed over the rest of the field/wood.
“Umm…1,2,3,4…” It was really starting to get dark now, and it spooks me having to close my eyes in an almost, deserted field. I’ll stop now, just pretend it’s 40. “Becky!” i shouted, “Becky!” i repeated “Becky, come on now, this is getting boring, let’s go!!” Where is she?! Where’s Becky? Come on, come on Becky turn up! As i walk towards the large oak tree i see a note.
‘To kelly, Hide and seek is for babies! haha, maybe i’ll see you at school tomorrow…if you can find your way back to mummy and daddy! hahahaa’
Her cackle was ringing around my head, bouncing of the walls of it and making a thumping land into my throat. Yeah, it’s cool, yeah, of course i know my way home… Don’t I?
“Hi smelly Kelly!” Apart from her continual, feeble atempt to rhyme, Becky hardly ever, even tried to achieve acedemic success and seldom did I see her walk through that wooden, newly painted, white door that enters into our classroom. I’ll never know why i’m friends with her,
“Oh, er hi Becky, ho-wha-what have you been up to?”
” Nothing much really, ” she replied, un-interested in the question, but then she laughed to herself: “Just been messin’ up this year 6 girl!” Oh, she really cackled now. “Made her start the waterworks and everything! Yeah, she went sobbing off to mummy… ‘cus of me.” She pointed to her face as if she was somehow proud of this, as though she should be awarded a medal or even be thanked by the 10 year-old and her parents.
“Dad always tells me, you’ll only gain friends by acting like a friend. Never tease, never bully - he says.” I don’t know why but Becky laughed at me.
“Oh is that what Kelly’s little daddy told her? is it?” She said, in a sarcastic, mocking sort of tone. I decided to start a different conversation.
“We still going to your house this afternoon?” She now painted a mysterious smile across her face, as if she knew something that i would soon find out.
“Actually…I’ve decided that we should take a little trip to Kacka field instead…” She said hesitantly, as if waiting for some dramatic reaction to come, but i have no idea what she’s talking about, i don’t want to sound weird or naive and not know where Kacka field is or what it even looks like so i simply replied:
“Okay…maybe we could go to your house tomorrow then.” But my voice trailed off and she had turned around after ‘okay’ not interested in anything else that came out of my mouth.
******
“Shall we play hide and seek?” Becky asked me, as we hopped over the wooden gate into a dimly lighted, what looked more like a wood rather than a field. Her eager expression was almost too eager for an infants’ game.
“Er…sure Becky…” Almost before i had finished that sentence she was running off to hide, shouting:
“Great, you seek first yeah? count to 40.” I can see where she’s hiding, argh this was gonna be so easy! Her feet poked out behind a tall, proud standing oak, which shadowed over the rest of the field/wood.
“Umm…1,2,3,4…” It was really starting to get dark now, and it spooks me having to close my eyes in an almost, deserted field. I’ll stop now, just pretend it’s 40. “Becky!” i shouted, “Becky!” i repeated “Becky, come on now, this is getting boring, let’s go!!” Where is she?! Where’s Becky? Come on, come on Becky turn up! As i walk towards the large oak tree i see a note.
‘To kelly, Hide and seek is for babies! haha, maybe i’ll see you at school tomorrow…if you can find your way back to mummy and daddy! hahahaa’
Her cackle was ringing around my head, bouncing of the walls of it and making a thumping land into my throat. Yeah, it’s cool, yeah, of course i know my way home… Don’t I?
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