Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Hide and Seek.... (Narrative writing)


“This is boring!” moaned Jesse, while kicking rocks on the sidewalk. “Stop whining!” Sam growled. “If you want aunty to get better we have to take this soup to her!”. Walking along the track, Sam and Jesse were taking chicken soup to their ill aunty.

A few minutes later as the sun was setting over the horizon, they soon realised that they had to hurry. “Psst”. Jesse spun around, her long blond pigtails slapping her face. “Who’s there?” She quietly whispered. Sam was anxiously searching for anything weird in the forest. All he could hear were birds chirping, and the wind whistling through the trees. “Give me your basket, NOW!” a stranger screamed, with his low voice. “RUN!” Sam shouted. They started running through the forest. Loose twigs were scratching their legs, while they were swiveling through the maze of trees. Then in the distance they saw a tower. Sprinting to the tower, they grabbed the door handle and slammed the door shut. They took refuge inside this tower. Getting back on their feet they made their way up the tower stairs.

“Come on we need to find somewhere to hide!” Sam screamed. His golden hair covered his dark blue eyes. Jesse was running out of breath. Her lungs were screaming for air, her legs were aching and for the first time in her life, her tongue might’ve been dry. She came to a stop. Sam came back and clutched her T-Shirt, pulling her up. “Come on” he said impatiently. Her blond hair covered her green eyes. “Fine” she said while getting up. “Come out, come out wherever you are” said the stranger. His spine chilling laugh echoed throughout the tower.

Jesse and Sam collapsed beside a huge maroon door. Jesse’s curiosity got the better of her. She stood up and examined the tower. It was rusty, spider webs filled every corner. As she walked around, the floorboards creaked under her feet. She ran her fingers around the interesting carvings engraved in the door. Sam joined her. They rested their palms on the hard surface of the door. “Open it slowly on the count of three” Sam said. “One, two...” The large doors creaked. They peered through the door and saw.....

2 comments:

  1. Hi Selena,

    What a thrilling Narrative, you have just about got me hanging on the edge of my seat. I hope there's a part 2 to this thrilling tale. I am curious to know if this is a remake of Little Red Riding Hood? If so please let me know. Keep up the amazing work!

    From Seini-Mino

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  2. Hey Selena,

    I really like this writing of yours. I really like your interesting vocabulary.

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