The front door was open. Huw could see the crack of darkness between it and the frame quite clearly. Was mum home already? He doubted it. She worked until five and then it was a forty-five minute train ride home, she was always grumbling about it.
Huw stood at the gate, peering up the front path to the opening. And anyway, if mum were home early, she wouldn’t leave the front door swinging like that, not on a cold December afternoon. She was always moaning about the cost of heating the house too. In fact, Huw thought, Mum’s always complaining about something.
A bang from inside the house startled Huw from his thoughts. Someone was throwing things around in there. Huw held his breath. Burglars? He reached into his pocket for his mobile and than snarled at the black, lifeless screen

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Comment by Caroline Roche on October 4, 2010 at 9:49
Huw jumped out of his skin and ran for his life, as he was running he looked behind him he could see a white figure trying to grab him. He saw a crack in a wall and squeezed through he thought the person would never fit through, then he saw it could her kept running. And found an abandoned theme park he decided to climb to the highest point on a roller-coaster, he was up there with relief he finely breathed. It was gone but “Oh no!” he slipped and fell 200 feet all he could see was eyes staring at him was he gonna live or not? He opened his eyes and shenice and ben.
Comment by gill mapplebeck on October 4, 2010 at 11:18
the white figure holding a knife.Huw stared at him, knowing that this would be his last breath. BANG! The white figure dropped dead on the old,cracked pavement.A single shot in his skull.On Huw's right, was a man. He was dark-skinned with jet black hair; revealing a deep scar, streaked across his left eye. He walked menacingly towards Huw, who was still lying in shock, on the floor. Huw's heart beated faster and faster as his saviour edged closer. The man simply arched over Huw, more interested in the man he had just killed.He identified the body. He snarled at the body. The same body that had killed his family. Finally the demons that had haunted him were put to an end. The nameless figure was dead. Sirens emergered from the end of the park. The mysterious man had disappeared. Huw lyed on the ground, taking in the shocking events that had just occured. The sirens got closer, but Huw had passed out. Darkness.

Joe and Faazil
Comment by Julie Maclean on October 4, 2010 at 12:20
He awoke not knowing where he was. He stood staring at the walls of a brightly coloured, compact room. He definitely knew that this was his own room. He ran downstairs feeling woozy and light bodied. “Mum, mum I’ve missed you.” As he jumped the last three steps he found himself surrounded by his family in floods of tears.
“What’s wrong Dad? Dad…” But no one replied. “Mum”. Still no reply. After thirty seconds of silence someone spoke. “He was so young” It was his granddad. What was he doing round here? He usually only came for birthdays and Christmas. Huw suddenly felt bodiless. Who was so young? This was getting confusing.
Why was every one ignoring him? He tried to communicate with his family once more but it was as if he was not even there. Again some one spoke, his mum this time. “And all we have to remember him by is this photo” Photo. This was Huw’s chance to finally see whom they had been getting so upset about, who was making them burst in to tears. He leaned over his mother’s shoulder and fell back in amazement. The picture was of himself…

By Dan Lloyd and Sam Newton-Matthes
Comment by Allison Painich on October 4, 2010 at 17:05
This without a doubt the worst day of my life, or afterlife since I was apparently dead. I looked more closely at the picture. It was my mum’s particularly favorite photo. I remember it all to well. My fingers were numb that morning. That morning was the morning my sister died in a car accident. She was in the picture with me, just hours before the accident. My mum cut my sister out of the photo, just like she cut her out of our lives after her death. No pictures, no fingerprints on the walls. Graduation pictures were taken down because of the remorse that was felt when someone was reminded of her glowing smile. Passing through the walls, I saw through the midst a familiar figure. My baby sister was smiling at me, our old dog Sparky jumping around behind her. That’s when I realized that today might be the start of a very new beginning.

By Michael, Avery, and Shadman
Lee Junior High
Monroe, Louisiana
Comment by Laura Taylor on October 5, 2010 at 19:51
AAh - so do some of my librarian colleagues type up the next paras for students? I am a bit concerned that our students will not have time to draft, write, re-write and type LIVE on the site. Do I need to log all students on to the Ning with my account details?
Comment by WP Central on October 5, 2010 at 19:54
No don't think they type them for them but yes you will be logged on as you on several computers. If they are drafting in Word can just copy/paste?
Comment by Laura Taylor on October 5, 2010 at 20:00
Ok - that's useful. It's this kind of practical info I am afraid I need - will type up an explanation sheet for library and English staff/students to use. For example I had forgotten my log on (saved on google chrome of course) Think I will need to print off story starter on a sheet for each group as soon as I have it - let them work on it and then give them log on details and how to access the story to add their para.
Comment by WP Central on October 5, 2010 at 20:04
Hmm but don't forget there will be one continuation added to the story starter before you , so will have to cut and paste. Often easier to have the ning logged on as you ready on the computers , then they can have Word open too and move between the two. No probs with needing practical info you know I never mind questions!
Comment by Jan at Delany on October 11, 2010 at 3:56
Laura, thanks for asking these questions for me!
Jan at Delany

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