The house at the end of the road

Grasping the battered house in it's gnarled branches, the trees thick, trunk sprouted out of the rotting compost. Abruptly, a figure creeped out of the eery shadows, it's darting body almost completely transparent. Reaching a battered gate, it's floating body passed straight through it. The creature carried on as though the action was completely normal. Never go to the house at the end of the road, for this ghost is a reminder that you will stay here for ever more.
Seth Robinson

Worthless Eyes

Alone, the queen stood atop the highest precipice. The towering monstrosity beneath her was the only unconsumed land left. She looked on, oblivious to the fire engulfing innocent people as the water they used to protect themselves only made the danger inescapable. All too aware of her now weightless crown encrusted with worthless jewels; her thoughts flickered to memories of her grandfathers eyes, filled with the arrogance of unimaginable power. Queen Alsaril felt her eyes fill with the same ignorance.

Lily Bragg

 

The Noise

I hear it; it echoes through the darkness. It is a high, ear-piercing screech. I can feel the insecurity that is held within it. For a single, spine-chilling moment, it mimics a scream.

And then I realise what it is. It is my brother containing with the disastrous drone of his piano practise!

The Plane

I was sitting in my small home in Lockerbie. All was normal - my haggis on the table and the main road running smoothly. No roadworks or any other disruptions. The sky was calm; floss draping across Dumfreis and Galloway. The land was cold and my heating was frozen. My son was coming up from Lyme Regis for the holidays.

I heard the rumble of a plane. I saw the explosion. I saw the flames. I saw the crash. I ran...

Jake

Where?

I stand there. Frozen. Solid. The world around me squeezes in, getting tighter every moment. I breathe. The air is thick and clammy. My head starts to fall; down, down, down. 

There is light coming in the distance. I see that now I have woken. I breathe a sigh of relief. It is only then I realise. This isn't my cave. I'm lying on the fresh, white sheets of a hospital bed. Who found me? How did I get here?

By Sarah Class 3

The House of Darkness

Darkness engulfed the house, as it always did.
      The black cat prowled along the road, avoiding the dark house.
The citizens of this town lived in fear that darkness would engulf them too, so everybody avoided it..
      Sebastian crept beneath the banister, rushed up the damp stairs and there it was, standing before him. He leapt back in fright. The dark ghost approached him. Everything went dark.
      Sebastian awoke and shuddered, for he happened to live in this town.


Alec

Mr Parr's 80-word story and stretch writers' homework this week

Apologies for not being available to take our stretch writers group this week. However, with our wonderful blog, this won't stop us! 'Homework'  for this week is to keep on going with your entry for the competition. Or rather, I should say your entries - if you have written one story, how about trying another genre?

Also, everyone needs to comment on at least one other writer's work. Be a 'critical friend': offer encouragement and praise but also guidance and suggestions.

Here's my effort:

He sat back from his trusty antique typewriter, pleased with his blindingly original story. There had been nothing like hammering away on the machine’s keys – how like a mouthful of metal teeth they seemed at times – to let the whole place know just how creative he had been. Seventy nine words of genius so far. He rested his fingers on the keys one last time, ready to type his name, and the metal monster bit them right off.

And remember to write your name on comments and on posts please!

Mr Parr

Arson

Dancers in the inky black, twirling across the stage. A volcanic carnival, it seems. Jewels in the night, it seems.

You gaze up with excitement; shock. What is it? You are enthralled by the performance. You are disgusted how it happened, how such artists got there.

There. I glance upwards, one last look before the stage disappears. Forever. Tears almost well in my eyes. I imagine this 'stage' a pile of flakes. Nothing. Why did I have to do this?

Pippa

The letter

I was shocked the day it came.Although I was asleep I instantly heard the letterbox clatter,who would come at this time? Reluctantly yet curiously I went to inspect.

             Jim,

                                        You must come to see me at school in the third cubical from the left in the downstairs toilet five minutes into lunch if not then ...


                                                  Yours faithfully,

                                                                    ???
                                                                  
The next day I blatantly wasn't myself. At lunch I headed to the toilet, that was a decision I instantly regretted...



                             By Ben

                                              

The Smell

the vapour wafted towards me using it's snake like camouflage to catch me with in it's evil wrath . I stopped,  taking a moment to breath , then I walked  away from  my deodorant.

By Osian

Oops!

 Time slept the moment I knew what would happen. So I picked up the pen and wrote: Today the impossible happened , time st. . .                            Oops!

 By Osian

Pi... 3.14159265358979323846264338327950

I am going to enter a competition and this blog is actually named after it; surprise!! I will be carrying on and adding too the not breaking the rule in my last piece.

The silhouetted man strolled across the dusty planes. It was disturbing; I couldn't figure out if the man was walking towards me or not. Wind tumbled over a ridge, upsetting the direction of the grass around it. A chill crawled down my spine, as the man gazed almost right at me. I shivered. I turned and around to leave, and a huge figure loomed over me...

66

Luke

And yet she wept.
Seated in a wicker chair. Single drops of realisation fell from her blod-shot eyes.
Her knees danced from side to side, Collapsing into the air. The hollow ticking of the clock sang a soft lullaby. She screwed up her face.

The Decision of a Lifetime

Racing around the crowded streets of London, Sebastian ducked behind an old man, who just stared at him casually. "Young 'uns, eh," he muttered quietly, then slowly walked off.

        Sebastian wildly leapt to a marvellous oak tree, only to discover that there was a wide gap about three-quarters of the way down, that had appeared to be created by some sort of gnawing creature. Sebastian peered in and to his amazement it was hollow.
        Flashing lights danced around the room and deafening music played, making this simple oak tree in to a disco room. Sebastian wondered why nobody else had noticed. Although he was curious, he knew that there could be dangerous consequences, so there was a decision to be made, a decision of a lifetime... 

Lottery pain

                                                     Lottery Pain
I thought it would never happen the day he phoned. The day that my life would become nothing.The pressure was insane, the nation was listening and I crossed my fingers.He cheerfully shouted, "You've won the National Lottery!" I screamed but not with joy it was with pain! The last thing I felt was feet on my chest.The last thing I saw was a stampede of people charging over me. The money wasn't mine but who's was it?    By Ben and Osian

David Cameron's problems with society

Dear David Cameron,

I strongly disagree with your barmy idea that trees should be slaughtered my a mean, grisly, pancake-eating, lumberjack.

Sincerely, 

Fern Pineneedle

Dear David Cameron,

I'm fed up of being hurled around by a five year old. If this carries on, then, I shall ask my father,  Grisly Bearington, to come and bite your backside.

Yours not very truly,

Stan Bearington

This concludes David Cameron is wasting time on the popes resignation and ignoring these citizens.

Subordinate Clauses

Children. They lag behind adults. They're not as clever too. So when a subordinate clause becomes a main clause, mayhem occurs. This particularly occurs when one dies. It's not good. Bad, you could call it. Very bad. It happens often, but shouldn't. Why it shouldn't, no one knows. It's tradition. Tradition. A summary of thoughts. Thoughts that people, main clauses, have. Have about children. Subordinate clauses. But if a subordinate clause does the reverse, what happens? What happens? What? WHAT?





Sorry it's so random, doesn't make sense and have distinct sections.

Jake

'Friends'

He's gone; he is here but discreet. He left me. Stranded, helpless, wailing. There is no hope left. He went off. He is sitting on the granite now.

Not solitary, a girl is with him. She sits, her flowing hair slipping over the rocks. She radiates beauty. She must have stollen his heart. I don't want her to, but she does, she makes me jealous.

I grasp it. I prick my fingers, it's still sharp. I let the dagger go...

By Sarah Class 3

Trapped

Darkness. Surrounding me like a ink black cape. I felt the jagged walls, water dripped from the ceiling causing a shiver to run down my spine. A speck of light peaked through the opening I had fallen through earlier giving me a flutter of hope my hope immediatly disappeared when without warning a truckload of rocks tumbled down from above. It seemed like the world had fallen down, trapping me like a hunted animal.I to get out...



By Kitty, Lily and Becky.