29/09/2014 Jo Cotterill

It’s cold today. Isn’t it colder than usual? I don’t know. I get confused these days. I can’t remember when the confusion started, but it was about the time the clocks stopped. Haha – I’m saying ‘about the time’ but it’s hard to know what the time is any more!

                My friend Blue says it’s happened before, way before I was born. I think he’s making it up. He says Granny told him, but everyone knows Granny’s too old to think properly. She told me once that I would be the Answer To The Problem. I smiled and nodded politely. She gripped my hand, and stared fiercely at me. ‘You must listen, Belle. Bad things are coming. You must be strong.’

                Well, I don’t know about Bad Things, but I wish it wasn’t so cold. I’ve got to walk through the woods today and my feet are freezing.



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Comment by WP Central on September 29, 2014 at 6:55

Miss Clay told me to get the firewood for the school camp yesterday, but it was so dark I just couldn’t get myself to do it, so I promised I would do it today instead. I can’t put it off any longer, that’s why I reluctantly walked over to the woods and stepped inside, suddenly darkness flooded all around me. I couldn’t see a thing! I called out but the air whistling through the trees drowned out the sound. The trees closed in around me, lightning struck! I covered my face in my hands! Suddenly it stopped. I looked up and saw a little hut. I slowly walked towards it and opened the creaking door. I gasped. There were clocks of all different shapes and sizes covering the walls of the little hut. But I noticed something different about them. Something strange..........

By Cecilia and Cait

St Mary’s College, Hobart, Australia


Comment by Annalise Taylor on September 29, 2014 at 8:45

I looked at the clocks, I soon figured out the clocks were the wallpaper. I focused on them; I saw a strange far too familiar bump. Unexpectedly that bump flew out of the walls. Suddenly there was an old lady running towards me holding a dagger, I looked up to see her face. It was…………Granny. I screamed in a weird tone of voice ”Grandma?” She stopped then she looked up to me. But she had no eyes. I screamed as I ran out of the cottage into the woods “ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”. As I run ‘Granny’ kept appearing in front of me, I heard little voices whispering in my ears. I turned around to see if I had lost her. I saw her standing in front of me through the fog, she said “…Belle, oh Belle, come to Granny, you will be safer here, in the woods, alone with me where no one can harm you”. As I looked through her empty eye lids  ……

Dania and Mariam, International Community School, London

Comment by WP Central on September 29, 2014 at 9:43

I felt a strange compulsion to go towards her, it's Granny, she looked after me when I was small she wouldn't hurt me surely. My thoughts seemed to be fogged, I shook my head to try to clear them but it didn't help. Slowly, very slowly I lifted one foot and then the other and walked towards the empty eyed I got nearer I noticed the tarnished brass pocket watch on a chain she was swinging in front of her. Unlike all of the other clocks around the world this one was working and the second hand moved gradually with a loud tick sound resounding through my head. Granny took hold of my arm gently and started to guide me back towards the cottage...."That's it my pretty, Granny's not going to hurt you........not yet!" Suddenly she let out a loud cackle and her hold on my arm became vicelike - strangely this didn't bother me at all, the fog in my rain was keeping me calm but underneath I had a panicked feeling that this wasn't a good day to visit relatives at all!

Bev Humphrey

Write Path Founder

Comment by Karen King - Oakbank School on September 29, 2014 at 11:16

She dragged me back into the log cabin and slammed the door behind her. I tried to sprint away but her overpowering grasp held me tight. The horrific lady hauled me into another room with blood stained walls, as I looked up, three children were being hung from the ceiling with barbed wire wrapped around their necks, “What is this?!” I yelled. “Don’t you worry about that, dear.”, the awful eyeless women whispered into my ear. All of a sudden, the door creaked open, the lady turned around rapidly as an arrow pierced her gullet. The women slowly released her grip around my wrist as she breathed her last breath, she was dead…but looking at the direction the arrow had come from, I realised my problems were only just starting...

By Bradley and Fergus, Oakbank School, Keighley.    

Comment by Lynda Marett, CTK Preston on September 29, 2014 at 12:52

 The man turned to me and shot another arrow. I tried to run away but he was much faster than me. He grabbed me by the arm and dragged me out into the woods. I tried to scream but he had gagged me so I couldn’t speak. He led me to another hut. Inside were more children but this time their arms and feet were chained.

“She was too old to continue.” he said. ”It’s time for me to finish the job.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

“These puny little children are going to suffer a terrible, painful death. The death your Granny gave them was a quick death.”

When he said that, I knew what was going to happen. As he was choosing what tool he should use to torture these innocent children, I saw that he had left his bow unattended. I knew that I couldn’t use a bow, but it was worth trying. I silently picked it up, took an arrow and loaded it in. I pulled the string, took a deep breath, and let go…

Yamin Kapadia, Christ the King Catholic Maths and Computing College

Comment by R Buckland on September 29, 2014 at 14:05

As quick as a flash the man turned catching the arrow in his bare hands! He lunged towards me gripping my arm with his ice like fingers, his nails slicing through my scrawny arm. That’s all I remember…

Suddenly I woke up. What had happened? Where was I? I was surrounded by darkness and nothing more. My hands were bound with secure shackles. My legs were numb with the icy temperature. I was frozen with fear and I felt dazed. I could hear whispering in the distance, I heard footsteps moving slowly towards me and the faint flicker of a candle, until a hazy figure came into my sight and gradually approached me.

His face was familiar, it was the man who had shot  granny! He began to murmur to himself it was unclear as to what he was saying. Then it all became clear he was thinking aloud as to what he would do next.

Hastily he undid my cuffs and dragged me to a dark dingy room. There I couldn’t believe my eyes I was surrounded by hundreds of kids! “They once worked for your grandmother and they now work for me…and you will do too”, he said triumphantly.

By Owen Parker and Erin Moffatt.

Ripley St Thomas CE Academy, England

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