30/09/2014 Eleanor Updale

I thought we were safe. I had got across all the roads and closed the park gate behind me.  I could let Rex off his lead.  As usual, he sniffed around lazily for a bit, 'reading his wee mails' as Mum called it. I took off my backpack an slumped down onto the bench to start my homework.  Rex barked, and I rummaged in my pocket for a treat to shut him up.  He took a couple of steps towards me, then he froze, and stared into the distance.  A heartbeat later, he was racing across the grass towards the ruined bandstand.  I had to follow him.

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Comment by Adam Lancaster on September 30, 2014 at 9:49

'Rex' I shouted at him. 'Rex, come back.' My voice stilted in the cold morning air. Small clouds forming in front of my mouth as the warmness of it hit the chillness to the air that surrounded us. The fog was starting to close in, or so it seemed as I tried to keep track of Rex. He had raced round the far side of the bandstand and had become obscured from view due to both the fog and the dishevelled building in front of me. I was surprisingly out of breath as my heart pounded in my ears and a stitch formed under my ribs. I slowed down as I reached the bandstand still calling Rex's name more in questioning rather than chastising. As I moved around the side I can see Rex clearly now. He was sitting on the ground panting, tongue lopping at one side and staring deeply into eyes of the thing in front of it. Josie Monk's Walk


Comment by Jayne Davidson, WHHS, UK on September 30, 2014 at 10:59
I’ve never seen such a thing before. It was triple the size of Rex. Illuminating eyes, like saucers. One, maroon purple, the other, blood red. Teeth the size of freshly sharpened daggers, each perfectly pointed at the tip, although they were a sickly yellow. The beast was covered in scars and scrapes, which alarmingly peaked through the piercing black fur it somehow possessed. He was under the shade of the old apple tree which was one good thing, as the dark shadow covered the colossal animal’s unpleasant face. How long had it been since Rex had encountered this mountain of a monster? Two minutes? Two hours? It felt like forever. I tried to save my beloved pet, but I couldn’t. My feet were nailed to the ground and my body, as stiff as a board. Rex, being a German Shepherd, was tough and never ever backed down. But in front of this creature, he was completely frozen. All of a sudden, cars seemed to stop moving. Birds stopped singing. Even the very air held its breath. All I could hear was the faint sound of Rex whimpering, as he was devoured in one big gulp.

Imogen, Kajan, David and Amy-Louise
West Hatch
Comment by N Francis on September 30, 2014 at 11:44

All I could do was stare at it, at the giant monstrous thing. As the creature snapped its jaw shut and the last remains of my precious dog descended into its stomach, I heard, or I thought I heard, a last pitiful whine of despair.  Maybe it was this whine that broke the spell, or maybe my brain had finally kicked in, but at the sound of the dying breath of my dog, I ran, and I ran fast. Faster than I’d ever ran before, my mind racing, I couldn’t out run it, its mere legs dwarfed me in size. And then it hit me. Literally. I ran into the side of a small building. With the creature constantly advancing, I made the choice to do the only thing available to me; I begin to clamber up the side of the wall. As I reached the top, I let my legs drop and with the remainder of my dwindling strength I threw myself up on to the roof of the building.  And there I lay panting, hearing this mystical creature grinding its claws against the side of the building. In a moment of desperation I gazed up at the sky, and I witnessed the awe inspiring beauty of the many starts shining down upon me. Suddenly, I was encompassed by a deep and sharp pain, my veins pulsed, and a peculiar object began to produce from my shoulders. I felt myself lift off the ground and be flung into the unknown.

Frankie Wright and Clement Wallace, St Benedicts Catholic School.

Comment by Paula Ward on September 30, 2014 at 12:55

Skeletal, leathery growths had branched out from my shoulders, with muscle and sinew continuing to grow like a sapling but at incredible speeds. They stretched out until they reached twice the size of my body, with a tough, brown membrane pulled over an odd looking cartilage. Wings! I had grown wings! With an experimental flap, I removed the slime that covered them. I was struggling to believe this had happened. Panic overcame my body as I remembered that I was falling through the air towards my death. I flapped them again, with the tempo of my limbs growing faster. The speed of my descent slowed, so I beat my wings harder and harder, until I stopped completely and began to fly. The feel of the wind going through my hair was staggering, and after my initial fear, I began to enjoy myself. I continued to soar over buildings and cars, with the people below me just going about their business. I was getting the hang of it now, with each whip of my new body parts sending me in the direction I intended it to. I was just gliding through the air, without a care in the world. I turned around, and – noticing that my eyesight had wondrously been enhanced – saw the building on which I had been on before. The monstrous creature had made its way to the top of the building, and, seeing me, unfolded battered wings of its own and began to chase after me.

Arthur and Sophie, Robert Mays School

Comment by Lorraine French on September 30, 2014 at 14:29

Running for my life, I remembered that my dog had been devoured by the satanic monster.  ‘I must fight back’, I thought to myself. Without a minute to waste, I ran back to recover my dog. While I was running back, I suddenly recalled that I had wings. Flying, I scoured the land searching for that devilish beast, but unfortunately, there was no sight of it. I wanted to cry but the tear refused to leave in replacement of them was blood, thick red blood dripping down my forehead. I knew I was going to die but I was going to rescue my dog even if it was the last thing I did.  All of a sudden, I inhaled a foul smell. The beast was right behind me. I heard an ear-piercing scream I knew my life was over. “AHH” I screamed and looked around realised I was in a hospital, it could’ve been a dream but my dog was nowhere to be found. There are so many questions to answer and so little time.  Without my dog to comfort me my life was practically over, no point of living. I searched the room for a sharp object. I found a knife and was about to end my life. And suddenly my dog strolled into the room. I was now the happiest boy in the world.

By Arnold and Daniel, Trinity School

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