01/10/2014 Lucy Coats

It started with the leaves. Just one at first, then a whole red dump of them, pattering down on Jex like a pile of autumn. 

It wasn't the kind of thing that happened in the middle of your bedroom on an April morning.

Jex blinked. Rubbed his eyes. Blinked again. He put out a cautious toe and poked them.

Rustle rustle. 

He squatted, picked one up, sniffed. It smelt of rot and bonfires - and something else. The hairs on the back of his neck rose, prickling, and a cold feeling slid down his spine, ending at the place where his tail would have curled between his legs. 

If he'd had a tail. 

I wish I'd listened to Nana Bethan. I wish I'd never gone near that stupid demon's grave, Jex thought.

"But then I'd never have found you," hissed a deep, dark voice just behind his left ear.


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Comment by WP Central on October 1, 2014 at 9:16

“Who was that?” he whispered.

“It is me, don’t you remember.” The demon growled

“No I don’t, you don’t scare Me.! He spoke with confidence but inside he was trembling.

“Are you sure you don’t remember me, it’s your brother, Rex.”

“It can’t be?”

“You do realize that until I kill you I will never ever go away”…

By Nat, Toyah, Aaron and Sophie, Wick High School.

Comment by WP Central on October 1, 2014 at 9:26

Jex' mind filled with memories, images of the brother he used to have. Rex had been an unusual child - when he was born he didn't, no wouldn't cry and just stared up at the midwife with eyes so dark brown they almost seemed black. He was 2 years older than Jex and was always quiet, not just shy but seemingly ominously brooding. When Jex was born screaming, his normal development was a relief to his parents and they began to favour this sunny natured boy over their silent older child. Rex hated his brother no matter how many times Jex tried to play with him he would always stomp away from him, glaring back at his sibling. Then, one day his anger overflowed and he picked up a small wooden chair and threw it at his brother! Jex was knocked out and had to spend several days in hospital, when he returned home Rex was gone and no one had spoken of him since until now......

Bev Humphrey

Write Path Founder

Comment by Nicola Gowing on October 1, 2014 at 10:43

“I wonder where he is?” Rex spoke in a shaky voice.

A little voice whispered in his head, “is he hurt is he gone forever?” Rex started to torture himself, was it his fault his brother vanished as quick as lighting. Thinking the worst, Rex paced himself around the living room, sobbing like a baby! The furniture swallowed him whole as black ink covered his dark blue eyes.

Suddenly he found himself in a gloomy cramped attic, where the human eating spiders crawled all over his pale skin! Slowly he opened his eyes to the sight of rats running in fear. As he turned around a dark silhouette pointed at him in the moonlight and muttered under its breathe “come here child or suffer the deadly consequences I have in store for you!”

Rex fainted in a thud…

Phoebe tedstone, Vilte Eisvidyte

Great Yarmouth high school 

Comment by Lynne Coppendale on October 1, 2014 at 11:35

His eyes opened with blurriness, Rex saw a big, black, blurry figure right in front of him, “hello brother, I told you so” said Jex, but still Rex couldn’t see a thing, “now welcome to my world”.

A big group of ghosts came over Rex, “what’s happening?” said Rex as he sat on the ground,

“Come on, let's show Rex what it’s like to be killed by your own brother!”

Rex could not believe what he was seeing, “Brother, stop!” shouted Rex,

“No, because now I’m in for REVENGE!”

Rex saw a door right across the room, “I wonder if I can make it past these ghosts to get to that door”…………..

Sophie-Jane, Danum Academy.

Comment by Katie Barnard on October 1, 2014 at 14:01

Rex ran to the door as fast as he could but as he was about to open  it, Jex screeched, “kill him”!!! A pack of ghosts glided towards him and dragged him back to his brother, “Help me” shouted Rex in terror!...


By Maya Threlfall and Sophie Webb

St James Senior Girls School

Comment by Allison Painich on October 2, 2014 at 15:15

Yet the door seemed so close his feet felt as if they sank in a pile of quick sand.  He tried to escape, but his brother was too swift.  As he tried to bolt through the thick crowd of ghosts, he nearly tripped and fell.  He caught his balance in the nick of time.  He got out of the door, but he saw his brother who followed him.  They fought as he tried to escape from the terror of his brother's presence.  After all the tussling and fighting, he was free....but scared for his life.


Carroll Jr High

Monroe, Louisiana, USA

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