As part of Carr Hill’s ‘We are Reading Challenge’ we have created a number of ‘student author’ posts. The work of our student authors will regularly be shared on the website, in editions of our school magazine and other communication channels. In the first of our student author contributions Year 8 Jessica has written a short story which is untitled. Thank you, Jessica.
Untitled by Jessica, Year 8
Glancing into the mirror, the beautiful woman brushed her glossy, luxurious hair that sat delicately on her broad, exquisite shoulders.
She glided to the cracked window and thrust it open and the bleak, stormy wind blew in. Her nightgown danced as she struggled to keep it down when she heard a quiet, despondent lullaby, sung by a young, scared girl. Her tone was soft and melodic, and it sounded as if she was in pain. Her tune was gradually getting slower and quieter too, but the woman could just make out that it was coming from the forest near the end of her elongated garden, where the elevated trees sat confidently, and the anaemic flowers slowly wilted away. She rushed to her door and laboriously hustled down the tranquil, windy stairs until she got to the bold, strong door, which led out to the crisp night air and the brisk, wet grass which felt like feathers on her feet, as she ran. Her feet became muddy and tacky, but she scrambled on further into the dark.
She eventually got to the towering, decrepit trees but she didn’t move, she didn’t even blink, she just stopped and stared until she finally gulped and attempted to shove her body through the wilted flowers and bushes to make it through to the trees. As she wandered on, the stagnant rain tapped on the tops of the cypress trees, making the forest more eerie than it already was. Her feet, no longer comfy, now screaming in pain when accidently steeping onto sticks and out-of-place rocks and pebbles. Nettles, constantly gripping onto her legs that weren’t covered by cloth and leaving stinging scars when they finally let go. Her heart, thumping its way out of her chest, as if it was getting louder and louder and slowly debating whether it was worth going through here or whether she should just go back, when she heard a whimpering cry in front of her, where sat a little girl, her knees up to her head, which was unable to see. The woman went up to her and asked if she was okay, but the girl didn’t move, she asked again and shook her shoulder causing her to laugh, but not a happy laugh, a frightening one, almost as if she was laughing at the woman. The girl slowly turned her head up to show her damaged face, tears streaming down her face, overlapping where the others used to be, and her nose was bright pink. She smiled and quickly got up, causing the woman to fall back in shock, but when she had finally got up, the girl was already gone and all she could hear was laughter coming from a nearby cave. She stood up and went to go back when her arm was grabbed, and her mouth was suddenly covered, and the last thing she could remember was a gun being waved around in her face when it suddenly went black…
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