09/10/2013 Joe Craig

The Dastur pricked his finger and smeared blood across the boy’s forehead. He bowed low and whispered, “A King doesn’t choose to be King.”


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Comment by Carola Webber on October 9, 2013 at 0:25

At that moment, I felt a tingling sensation over powering my body; freezing my brain; not knowing what was happening. I felt the blood on my forehead drip down onto my face and freeze up.


Suddenly, when Dastur took his finger off my forehead; and turned away I closed my eyes and saw my mother’s beautiful face; looking at me the way the Dastur was; in a loving but frightening way.


Something hit me. I got distracted by the Dastur as he dropped something. I looked at him and he turned back to me like he knew what I was doing.


Flashing red lights;  a beast – like face appeared as the Dastur’s head. Was this really happening? I was frightened; I was scared. I couldn’t scream, my saliva clogged up inside my throat. I prayed for help but it never came. I closed my eyes, and took a deep breath, and wished this had never happened to me…


I drifted away into the darkness; hallucinating, I thought I saw the beast again.  


Seconds later, I felt awake but my eyes didn’t open. I woke to the sound of my alarm clock. I felt sweat drip down my face and my arms and body were soaking wet.


I jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom and took my crucifix with me. I needed to get to the church but I was afraid to leave my house.


Finally, I stood at the door of the church, I held my breath and thought  to myself, “I can do this… maybe it’s just a dream.” The next thing I felt was…


By: Pauline and Keira – Year 7 Delany College

Comment by Karen King - Oakbank School on October 9, 2013 at 11:22

The crucifix moved, I dropped it, it hit the floor and smashed revealing a hidden scroll, I picked up the scroll, opened it and read the most important words of my life- the words “Your day will come my son, you will be king, protect yourself with the crucifix!”. I cast my eyes to the ground and saw the wreck that was my crucifix, something caught my eye, a growing shadow- I scooped up my crucifix and the shadow disappeared, what was happening? What was this shadow and why did it want me? I ran back to my home I threw myself on the bed, and a thought crossed my mind, the message wasn’t for me? Was it? Could I actually be a king?

Surely it was all a mistake. I went downstairs, deciding that if I did something normal, everything would turn back to normal. I opened the fridge and grabbed some juice, then went to the big cupboard for crisps, but as I pulled open the door I was engulfed in a dazzling light. I threw my arms in front of my face by instinct, then realised the dazzling light seeping through my closed eyelids was warm, and pleasant.

As I gradually became aware of my surroundings and my eyes got used what I now realised was bright sunshine, I realised I was no longer in the kitchen at home, I was on a beach. A beautiful beach. A beach where a big sign was being put up which said; “Coronation Ceremony, 7pm tonight. Come celebrate the new King.”

Just then a shocked voice asked, “Your Highness, what are you doing down here?”

By Sophie Harrison and Samatha Adams, Oakbank School, Keighley

Comment by Adrian Thompson Laisterdyke UK on October 9, 2013 at 13:07
I felt a cold breeze, following me in, as I opened the door. When I looked into the Church crypt. Nothing was there.I knew something was haunting me from the way I felt.
I felt blood dripping from my skull to my feet as the cold breeze went through me. It went dark. I was blinded by the darkness. Voices were in my head. I turned, dazed - and then...

Husam, Haris and Abdullah, Laisterdyke Business & Enterprise College, UK
Comment by WP Central on October 9, 2013 at 17:09

I turned around to Dastur, the same man that was in my dream. I tried to respond, but he was gone before I had the chance to speak. I managed to follow him, using every last breath I had. His feet were getting faster an faster, and I could barely keep up. I finally got to the point where Dastur was, a dark graveyard. He was kneeling in front of a tombstone, sobbing with his head in his hands. I started to say something when I caught a glimpse of the tombstone. It read Alexander Graer Middleton, my name.

Olivia, Andrew, Christopher, and Maggie
Lee Junior High
Monroe, Louisiana, USA

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