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14/10/15 Helen Moss http://www.helenmoss.org.uk

I hated my new school. The feeling was mutual. Everyone said I thought I was better than them, just because I was from London.  I didn’t think I was better. I just didn’t want to be there. To call Dark Hollow the middle of nowhere would be doing it a favour. It was the edge of nowhere. If a packet of crisps fell off the shelf in the village shop it would make the news.

 Mum had rented an ancient thatched cottage that had stood empty for years. We were fixing rotten floorboards in the living room when I found the little bottle hidden under the hearth. I blew the dust and cobwebs from the thick, cloudy glass and read out the name scrawled on the cork; Sarah Pendle.

  Old Mr Mabbs, the local handyman who was helping with the repairs, almost jumped out of his overalls. ‘That’s a witch bottle!’

‘What’s that?’  I asked.

‘It’s to keep a witch from entering the house, of course. It’ll be filled with hair and old pins and sprigs of rosemary. Put it back.’

But I didn’t believe in witches. I took the bottle up to my room and put in on the cupboard next to the mirror . . . 

 

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Comment by Sarah Love Mandurah Cath Coll WA on October 14, 2015 at 3:45
As I was sitting at my desk doing my homework, the bottle kept distracting me. All these questions were running through my mind. Who is Sarah Pendle? How would Old Mr Mabbs know anything about witches? What if he was right? I had to get the answers to all these questions. I rushed out of my room, grabbed the bottle and put it in my backpack. I got on my bike and headed to the library. When I got there an odd looking man was sitting behind the desk. I walked past him and he gave me a weird stare. He seemed a bit creepy just like the rest of this town. An old woman was sitting on a chair with a book. I looked through the shelves for ages, not knowing what I was actually looking for. I needed to ask someone for help. I confronted the old woman and showed her the bottle. Her eyes opened widely with shock. “Why do you have that? Who gave it to you?” she asked me. “I don’t know!” I answered. I heard the librarian in the background. “Keep it down over there.” The old woman said with rage, “you shouldn’t have this!” She went to snatch the bottle off me. I held on as tight as I possibly could but I lost my grip and so did she. The bottle shattered into a million pieces, fumes filled the room. The fumes choked me and I collapsed to the floor. The last thing I saw was the old woman turning into a witch…


by Zyla, Maya and Jade, Mandurah Catholic College, Australia
Comment by Annalise Taylor on October 14, 2015 at 8:47

Finally, I awoke to the sound of the cool wind flowing through the window and started to feel a slight chill. I stood up, and saw mysterious eyes staring at me from behind the dusty, old books. My heart starting beating to the feelings of the fear buzzing through my body. I felt so frightened, I started walking towards the shelves. The glowing yellow eyes suddenly disappeared. I was a little relieved but still had to find my way out of this cobwebby library. I stood still and looked around to try and find a solution for me to get out of this horrible mess. I saw a  window that was completely covered by thick slabs of wood. I thought to myself, now that I have found a way to get out, the next step I need to take is to find a book about witches  so that I can kill that wretched, ugly and miserable witch! I tip toed to the bookshelf and started to read the front covers of every single book to try and hopefully find a guidebook all about witches. It was extremely quiet, and then BANG…

Maryanne, Romi and Daniel

International Community School, London, UK

Comment by Leah Falkingham on October 14, 2015 at 9:52
All the books fell off the bookshelf and slammed on the floor. I found a book about witches; I grabbed it then ran. As I ran, I heard a cackle, “Get back here!” Screeched the obscure witch. I heard thunder as the pages in the book started to turn, it landed on a page. With the words: “No one survives” in blood. I turned around the witch was still chasing me. I threw the book at the witch. “You shall regret the moment you did that!” Cackled the witch.

The witch’s rage forced the walls to fall down behind me, my energy slowly drained and I was slowing down. The witch was catching up to me. I didn’t know what to do. I forced the remaining standing bookshelves to fall behind me to give me more time, then kept on running. I got to the door, I opened it then slammed the door behind me I ran but I didn’t know where because if I went home I would put my mum in danger.

I kept on running and running. I lead the witch to the woods where I knew there were multiple places to hide I knew I was better at climbing than her so I clambered up a tree as fast as I physically could. The witch couldn’t see me, she was running through the woods looking everywhere apart from up so I was pretty sure I was safe.

But then… the witch had spotted me. I was trapped…..

Archie, Felix, Harry, Edmund and Lewis: Chantry Middle School, UK.
Comment by Carrie Humphrey on October 14, 2015 at 12:20

Seeing a branch to my left hand side I jumped across to another tree and dropped down onto a wall. All that free running practice had paid off. About ten metres away I saw a well next to a brook. An idea popped into my head. Maybe fairy tales are true. I sprinted across and filled a bucket of water, the witch following me the whole time. I turned around and flung the water at the witch. Why wasn't she melting?? She stepped towards me and just as she touched my face..

Carrie Humphrey, Renaissance Learning

Comment by Clare Bond on October 14, 2015 at 13:50
A blinding light - then darkness. The tips of my toes began to lose sensation, to change before my eyes. A foul evil began to seep into my very being. I tried to look away, but something held me in place. I tried to run, but I was transfixed in that one spot, slowly rotting away. Inch by inch the blackness spread: first my feet, my ankles, my legs. I screamed and screamed until I could scream no more but it did nothing to break the wall of silence which trapped me, nor to light the ocean of darkness that stretched out infinitely in every direction.
Now my torso too was enslaved. Every second that passed it grew and multiplied and corrupted like mould on decaying fruit. Writhing and squirming, I desperately tried to wrench any part of me free, but it was quicksand – the more I struggled the faster I sank. The relentless crusade advanced, engulfing my first rib, drowning my second.
I closed my eyes. I never believed people who said your whole life flashed before your eyes on your deathbed, but they were right. My mind drifted back to happier days, before the move. The smell of freshly prepared bacon drifted through the air and pulled me to the kitchen. My mum was stood there smiling her brilliant smile, beckoning for me to join her. I pulled up a stool. I sat down.
A blinding light – then darkness. This was it. This was the end. I opened my eyes, but I was no longer marooned, no longer stranded on that unholy island in my own head. In front of me stood the witch, only something was different: her skin was no longer green, but peach and her eyes were not red but a beautiful blue. “Thank you! “ She mouthed, struggling to come to terms with what was happening. “Your heart “ She explained, “-it was too strong. The darkness could not take it.”

By Adam Brown - Knutsford Academy
Comment by Allison Painich on October 15, 2015 at 2:46

The witch and I decided to walk through the woods.  While we were walking, I heard my name being called in the distance.  We followed the sound and there we are, seeing my mum.  Suddenly, I noticed a weird connection between my mum and the witch.  "It's you!" said the witch.  "You ran away!" said mum.  "What's going on?"  I asked curiously.  "About 20 years ago, I took in this lovely lady to replace the empty spot in my heart," mum said kindly.  The witch yelled, "What are you talking about? You kidnapped me!"  Both of them explained what happened and my mum apologized very sincerely.  We decided to help her find her real parents.  About a year later, we found them at last.  Right now, the witch is living happily with her real family.  As for me, my mum, and I decided it was best for me to live with my dad after all the terrible events that my mum has caused.  I still stay in contact with the witch, and as of right now, we are living happily ever after.

Madeline, Anna Grace, Sarah Beth

Lee Jr High

Monroe, Louisiana, USA

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