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12/11/2018

Auntie Jackie always gave me daft presents when I left after staying with her for the holidays. One year it was a huge jar of homemade chutney. I ate most of it on the train, and was sick in the station car park while I waited for Dad to pick me up. This time, Jackie handed me a zip-up bag, with instructions not to open it until I was sure I was by myself.
‘You have the makings of an adventure in there, my dear,’ she said, as she turned to go.
‘What sort of adventure?‘ I asked, but she was already walking away.
Strictly speaking, I wasn’t alone yet. An old woman was sitting on a bench at the other end of the platform, but I didn’t think it would hurt to take a peep in the bag. I tugged on the stiff zip. Inside, there was a coil of rope, a rusty torch, a bottle of water, one Wellington boot, and an old teddy bear with no eyes. There was also a small sandwich-shaped parcel wrapped in foil. I knew better than to expect it to contain food for the journey. I was about to close the bag again when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

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Giselle and Matea Christ the King Australia

13/11/2018 00:59:32

I spun around to see an old and fragile woman standing behind me. She wore a torn and ragged dress and no shoes on her ice blue feet. I stared at her wide eyed then noticed that she was looking straight into the bag.
“Where did you get that from?”, she whispered in a shaky voice. It almost sounded like she was speaking in a different language, but I could still understand.
“What do you mean? I just got this”, I replied confused.
“Not the bag, the bear.”
I had zero clue where she was coming from. What did she know, or want to know, about this old, worn out, eyeless bear? I looked down at the lifeless bear and asked, “Who are you?” in my confusion it was all that could come out of my mouth. I then added, “What do you know about this bear? Have you seen it before?”
As the old women gazed at the bear she mumbled, “It was mine.” My mouth dropped open, I couldn’t believe it. I heard my dad calling my name from the distance. The old figure began to disappear and she called, “follow me.”

Charlie Devine, Jadesola Oke, polina Kostadinova, Cerys Cooper - Warren Wood Primary Academy link

13/11/2018 09:52:33

It sent shivers down my spine. My heart skipped a beat. Slowly, I turned around. The freezing hand dug deeply into my flesh. I saw long, disgusting nails. Then, we saw the tiniest part of her face. After that, we saw the glimmering, turquoise eye. In a blink of an eye, I found myself in a dark moving van. I could see nothing but pure darkness. I looked out of a hidden window and I realised I was above the Amazon rainforest. I heard a joyful noise saying “We`re home, honey…”

As I stepped out of the car, I saw a lady, but she never revealed her face. I heard a magical whoosh but I didn`t think anything of it. Then, the lady took her hood off and I saw a familiar face that looked like my mother. She summoned me deep into the mysterious mist…

Edie MC & Minnie M Brighton and hove prep

13/11/2018 11:11:59

As I got dragged through the humid, wet rainforest by the wrist , I felt my heart thud in my chest like a hammer on a steel hard anvil.I felt blood trickle down my bruised knees from where thorns had pierced my grazed skin. I had no idea where she was taking me; my mind was whirling with thoughts.I could hear the echo of birds from the dripping canopy above.Finally she released me into an cold ,iron cage ,which is where she croakily said I would spend the rest of my days. I thought I was alone but I was wrong, as I shakily twisted my aching body around, I saw a monkey staring at me with his fierce eyes. He was dramatically prancing around and I knew he was trying to tell me something but I wasn’t too sure what. As I looked more carefully into his glowing eyes, I realised he was showing me something hidden behind the rustling leaves. I forcefully pushed them back to reveal a golden banana. As I took a closer look, I could see engravings on the curved side of the banana, it didn’t look like any language I’d seen before. I could see the monkey trying to get through to the inner flesh.I turned it over to see a rip in the skin leading to the core; I pulled at the rip to make a larger hole .I figured out that this banana was no ordinary fruit, it was mechanical…..

Zoe Nwisi, Jonathan Jesus, Lucy Butterworth - Warren Wood Primary Academy link

13/11/2018 12:18:35

A shaky hand. I wash off the feeling, and quickly turn my head. No-one there. The trembling hairs stood up on the back of my neck! My hands gripped on the edge of the pier; my feet dangled below. My eyes glanced over to the rusty, oak bench-she was gone. My heart was racing rapidly. All my thoughts left my creative mind. I opened the bag again and was overwhelmed to see a crimson, blood-red note. Reluctantly, I opened the note to see ‘you’ll regret your past life.’
I ran. I ran till my blood overflowed out of my skin. How did that get there? Who wrote it? Where had that old lady gone? I had so many questions my brain couldn’t take it anymore. I heard a noise. Then I turned, I could have sworn I saw Aunty Jackie. I rubbed my eyes, she wasn’t there… I paused. An image fixed into my brain. The old lady: I could promise she looked like Aunty Jackie. Same giant feet, same clothes, same disturbingly ugly face. I felt an uncontrollable shake in the bag: the note had changed. ‘Go to the beach, climb the tallest cliff face and a surprise awaits you.’

Ashley and Angelos, International Community School

13/11/2018 13:57:08

As I made my way to the beach, I could feel the vapour of the air on my cheeks. But, in the distance, there was a man. I felt like I knew him from somewhere. I froze in the sand. I was trembling; my whole body was trembling. The figure was approaching me. I then realized he was my Dad. He came to me and said, ”Why you do this, son?”. My heart was racing. “What do you mean?”

For a while, he stayed quiet and stared at me, like he was thinking how to reply without giving me a heart attack. Finally, he spoke. “Why would you talk to your sister? You know she was convicted for murder 20 years ago, right?”.
“And you are fine with it Dad?”
“Oh no”, said my Dad. “ I'm also convicted for murder. And you better run…”

I ran for the cliff, raced up the hill, and as I got closer, I could see something. It was a box. I looked slowly opened the lid, and I saw it. My backpack. But there was something next to it. It was glowing. A pen. Then, a voice behind me spoke. “Hey, that’s mine, you know!” I jumped and dropped the pen over the cliff. Then I realized: her pen was her life! She had had it for the 20 years of her life!

“Nooo!” She yelled and jumped off the cliff to race after the pen. It was too late. The pen dropped into the ocean and sank. Before she could reach it, as soon as the pen sank, she and my Dad turned to light. It was blinding…

I snapped up. I slowly sat up in my bed. Sweat trickled down my face. Then I saw Dad next to me. He was with Mum. But there was something wrong. I could tell it on their faces. Finally, Dad spoke, though his voice was hoarse. “Son, something happened today.” My heart was pounding. “What?”
“Your sister,” Mum said with tears in her eyes. “She’s in jail but before she went into the cell, she said “Thanks for breaking my pen!”

So it was all too true…

Ashley and Angelos, International Community School.

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