They told her to turn the lights on... They told her to check on her sister... But did she listen?
Date of death: Friday 13th September death; unknown time of death: unknown it kept going through my head, i couldn't get it away from me... it was like i was being haunted...
It was almost as if I was alone but I new quite clearly I was not, it was like there was someone behind me the whole time, the wind was blowing in sharp movements every time I looked back the birds where getting louder and louder and inside I was feeling anxious.
I shivered anxiously as the wind gradually blew in deep whispers through me, allowing a small dark green leaf covered in (what seemed to be) dried mud to fall off it's branch and onto the dirt of the ground with a whole lot of other leaves which looked as though they all fell from that old, bent or slightly lopsided tree which made a creaky noise of it's branches breaking off letting them being blown by the wind pass this low fence with dried paint on it(which was easily coming off) and into the gloomy, dark and misty atmosphere of the graveyard, gradually disappearing into the foggy distance, this was a depressing and slightly scary moment for me. Moneeba
The wind was getting faster and faster,The loose fences rocking rapidly forwards and backwards,the branches flying in the foggy atmosphere and then silence!The graves stared at me as the fog started to disappear. i felt isolated.it was damp. it was cold.i was alone...with dead bodies... Maryaam (my last one was wrong:/)
I stood there running my hand on top of the old, broken and weak fence. The lopsided tree next to me was creaking as the branches snapped of it and the leaves flew into my face. I could smell decaying bodies and rotten flowers. The smell was definitely not a fresh one. I looked ahead and all I could see was gravestones and fog. While I stood there I felt isolated and scared and slighty depressed. Ruqayyah :)
The hauling wind and my heart thumbing was all I heard that night, along with the distance sounds of owls. As I approached to her grave stone, memories came flashing back. I could hear something in the trees, something getting closer and closer behind me, the gate Squeaked shut, the fences that had seen better days seemed to be closing in on me, yet I did not dare to look back as, I knew it was her getting her revenge.
I walk along the outside of this damp fence, keeping my distance between me and my worst fear...a graveyard. I hear the wind whistling in my ear almost talking to me. The smell of damp, wet leaves lingers in the air, the smell is unpleasant, but I continue my walk. The fog is so thick, you probably cut it with a knife, the fog prevents me from seeing anything but the large oak tree sitting next to me, and the curved pieces of stone representing the dead.I walk to my left, touching everything in sight to keep me standing...when suddenly SNAP! I jumped out of my skin, only to realise it was just a branch...What am i so scared of? Theres nothing dangerous around me...I'm just imagining it...Now I'm leaning against the oak tree, asking myself these questions, oblivious to anything surrounding me. I then suddenly found myself choking...gasping for air. The last thing I remember from that day was falling to the ground and looking up at that tree... Casey
I was walking a long a country road. It was curvy and the tarmac as worn with the occasional street light. I was walking in and out of shadows when I came across a rotting wooden fence that creaked every time wind blew. It was very old and rotted all over, it looked as if it would fall down at any moment. In the corner of my eye, I could see a gate which was swinging back and forth in the wind. I stepped forward and pushed the gate. In front of it was a patch of mud. I stepped in to it and it made a squelching noise. I was in what seemed to be a graveyard, but it was very hard to see as my view was covered by a thick fog. There was an eerie silence as I took a stride forward, suddenly a bat came whooshing past out from a branch. It send a shudder down my spine. It made my heart thump faster and faster, it felt like it was going to jump out if my chest. I put my hands in front of me. I felt forwards and I grabbed on to some furry stuff. I it made me jump backwards and I screamed. I leant forwards and touched it again, It was damp, moist and extremely furry and then I saw in the moonlight that it was moss. All of the tombstones were covered in it. There was smoke in the air and it felt like it was going up my nose chocking me for breath. The smell and taste was awful. I had to gasp to catch my breath.
It was cold in the graveyard, as the wind blew a chill ran down my neck. The fog around me blocking my view and I stumbled around on uneven grass looking for my grandmothers grave. It was then that I got the feeling that something was behind me. I turned around. Swish. Something brushed past me. Swish. Nothing there. Swish. Cold air made my hairs stand on end. There was something out there, concealed by the fog. I ran to the gates, as I looked behind I saw a trail of foot prints leading into the mist...then it was gone. Naomi
The dungeon smelt like blood. Not fresh free flowing blood, but dried, old and dead, where the rats had crawled in and licked it off the stone floor and walls; until only the bits that were so unendurable that they weren't edible even to rats remained. The light flickered in the dark iron touches that lined the walls, whispering messages of pain even before you even got to the cells. As I walked, two guards beside me, the voice convinced me of my agonising fate they lay ahead of me. Torture - endlessly until I cracked... or died. - Charlotte Daniel
The leaves rustled underneath my feet. The deep frost that layer them crunched like bones breaking underneath the grave-covered floor. Each grave symbolised a death and the grieving that followed in each of the families. Row, after row, after row, after row, of corpses that rotted in the soil. The day was icy, but the wind - strangely quiet. Silence...
I stepped forward in order to just make a sound in the vast expanse of space. Tentatively edging forward toward the nearest grave-stone, I felt the roughness and rumble of the stone that had decayed after years of neglect and being gazed apon - but never touched.
They told her to turn the lights on...
ReplyDeleteThey told her to check on her sister...
But did she listen?
Date of death: Friday 13th September death; unknown time of death: unknown
it kept going through my head, i couldn't get it away from me... it was like i was being haunted...
By maryaam!:)
It was almost as if I was alone but I new quite clearly I was not, it was like there was someone behind me the whole time, the wind was blowing in sharp movements every time I looked back the birds where getting louder and louder and inside I was feeling anxious.
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I shivered anxiously as the wind gradually blew in deep whispers through me, allowing a small dark green leaf covered in (what seemed to be) dried mud to fall off it's branch and onto the dirt of the ground with a whole lot of other leaves which looked as though they all fell from that old, bent or slightly lopsided tree which made a creaky noise of it's branches breaking off letting them being blown by the wind pass this low fence with dried paint on it(which was easily coming off) and into the gloomy, dark and misty atmosphere of the graveyard, gradually disappearing into the foggy distance, this was a depressing and slightly scary moment for me.
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The wind was getting faster and faster,The loose fences rocking rapidly forwards and backwards,the branches flying in the foggy atmosphere and then silence!The graves stared at me as the fog started to disappear. i felt isolated.it was damp. it was cold.i was alone...with dead bodies...
ReplyDeleteMaryaam (my last one was wrong:/)
I stood there running my hand on top of the old, broken and weak fence. The lopsided tree next to me was creaking as the branches snapped of it and the leaves flew into my face. I could smell decaying bodies and rotten flowers. The smell was definitely not a fresh one. I looked ahead and all I could see was gravestones and fog. While I stood there I felt isolated and scared and slighty depressed.
ReplyDeleteRuqayyah :)
The hauling wind and my heart thumbing was all I heard that night, along with the distance sounds of owls. As I approached to her grave stone, memories came flashing back. I could hear something in the trees, something getting closer and closer behind me, the gate Squeaked shut, the fences that had seen better days seemed to be closing in on me, yet I did not dare to look back as, I knew it was her getting her revenge.
ReplyDeletesarah:D
I walk along the outside of this damp fence, keeping my distance between me and my worst fear...a graveyard. I hear the wind whistling in my ear almost talking to me. The smell of damp, wet leaves lingers in the air, the smell is unpleasant, but I continue my walk. The fog is so thick, you probably cut it with a knife, the fog prevents me from seeing anything but the large oak tree sitting next to me, and the curved pieces of stone representing the dead.I walk to my left, touching everything in sight to keep me standing...when suddenly SNAP! I jumped out of my skin, only to realise it was just a branch...What am i so scared of? Theres nothing dangerous around me...I'm just imagining it...Now I'm leaning against the oak tree, asking myself these questions, oblivious to anything surrounding me. I then suddenly found myself choking...gasping for air. The last thing I remember from that day was falling to the ground and looking up at that tree...
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This is my paragraph about the graveyard
ReplyDeleteI was walking a long a country road. It was curvy and the tarmac as worn with the occasional street light. I was walking in and out of shadows when I came across a rotting wooden fence that creaked every time wind blew. It was very old and rotted all over, it looked as if it would fall down at any moment. In the corner of my eye, I could see a gate which was swinging back and forth in the wind. I stepped forward and pushed the gate. In front of it was a patch of mud. I stepped in to it and it made a squelching noise. I was in what seemed to be a graveyard, but it was very hard to see as my view was covered by a thick fog. There was an eerie silence as I took a stride forward, suddenly a bat came whooshing past out from a branch. It send a shudder down my spine. It made my heart thump faster and faster, it felt like it was going to jump out if my chest. I put my hands in front of me. I felt forwards and I grabbed on to some furry stuff. I it made me jump backwards and I screamed. I leant forwards and touched it again, It was damp, moist and extremely furry and then I saw in the moonlight that it was moss. All of the tombstones were covered in it. There was smoke in the air and it felt like it was going up my nose chocking me for breath. The smell and taste was awful. I had to gasp to catch my breath.
from Rebecca
DeleteIt was cold in the graveyard, as the wind blew a chill ran down my neck. The fog around me blocking my view and I stumbled around on uneven grass looking for my grandmothers grave. It was then that I got the feeling that something was behind me. I turned around. Swish. Something brushed past me. Swish. Nothing there. Swish. Cold air made my hairs stand on end. There was something out there, concealed by the fog. I ran to the gates, as I looked behind I saw a trail of foot prints leading into the mist...then it was gone.
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The dungeon smelt like blood. Not fresh free flowing blood, but dried, old and dead, where the rats had crawled in and licked it off the stone floor and walls; until only the bits that were so unendurable that they weren't edible even to rats remained. The light flickered in the dark iron touches that lined the walls, whispering messages of pain even before you even got to the cells. As I walked, two guards beside me, the voice convinced me of my agonising fate they lay ahead of me. Torture - endlessly until I cracked... or died.
ReplyDelete- Charlotte Daniel
The leaves rustled underneath my feet. The deep frost that layer them crunched like bones breaking underneath the grave-covered floor. Each grave symbolised a death and the grieving that followed in each of the families. Row, after row, after row, after row, of corpses that rotted in the soil. The day was icy, but the wind - strangely quiet. Silence...
ReplyDeleteI stepped forward in order to just make a sound in the vast expanse of space. Tentatively edging forward toward the nearest grave-stone, I felt the roughness and rumble of the stone that had decayed after years of neglect and being gazed apon - but never touched.
Charlotte Daniel
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