Prompt: …I wondered what was behind the door…
He only pulled the door open halfway and we could barely see his face. The man spoke in a frightening voice, “Go Away!” I stepped back cautiously onto the path but tripped and fell back on a big stick. Archie had already sprinted past the gates calling for mum. I couldn’t get up no matter hard I tried. I finally stood up clumsily but I wondered what was behind the door. I took a peer inside the old building and saw nothing but a torch covered in blood. A chill ran down my spine.
I felt something grab my ankle…
Prompt: … because I said so…
Trick-or-treating is my favourite part of Halloween and I thought that this would be the best Halloween ever, but I was wrong. Five minutes before going out the door, Mum pulled the zip up for my dead cheerleader costume and Archie pulled his white sheet over himself. Stepping onto that concrete path was a huge mistake. My pumpkin basket in one hand an my old pom-poms in the other, we walked along the street to the 11th house in the neighbourhood.
We rang the old doorbell and screamed ‘trick-or-treat’. After the third ring, he answered.
It reminded me of when I jumped off of a cliff with a hang glider when my cousin dared me to. If you think I jumped off with no reason to, you’re wrong. You see, my cousin gave me 200 dollars after I met him at the bottom of the mountain alive.
Wait, no, canooing across the largest deapths of the Amazon is nothing like that. It’s just a boring activity someone would do in their lunch break. Well. I better go ice skate with emperor penguins, no… I’ll go ride a tiger. All I can see is boring piranhas. Goodbye.
Zoe stared up at the ceiling, wondering, what colour should it be? She was a designer and this week she had to choose the colour of the Statue of Liberty. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. “Come in” she called out. Bill the postman handed her a letter. “It’s from your mother” Bill informed her. “Oh” she sighed As he turned and walked towards the door, Zoe stopped him. “wait! Come and sit down.” Bill did what she said and asked why she needed him. “I need your help for deciding the colour of the statue of liberty.”
The most I have done is toast bread. Even then I was afraid of getting an electric shock. Knowing I was going to be cooking dinner for my family, I was petrified.
My mum came back from the supermarket with all of the ingredients and spread them across the bench. I looked nervously at my recipe. sour cream, some sort of pink fruit, avocado, tomato, too much to read! My brain melted into a river and then turned into a whirlpool of confusion. Nothing made sense.
Alice calmly walked across the wooden bridge in her backyard and imagined herself walking across a beautiful, floral bridge set over a large pond next to lovely pink daffodils set in a huge garden that may as well have belonged to the Queen. Then she went back to reality and saw herself walking across a tiny unstable broken bridge along with dried up daisies and the main colour of the garden was plain old dull grey. She crossed her bare arms, shivering from the rain that was sprinkling over her garden drenching her and her clothes. She did the sensible thing and went back inside.
It was a cloudy day at Smith’s lumber mill, every day Chloe had to deal with her neighbour’s loud chainsaws at around 4 in the morning. She was always very annoyed why she moved into the house she was living in. At the auction, the immensely tall wooden fence blocked out the vision of next door and little did she know she was moving in next to a lumber mill!
As she sat on her soft warm bed she thought about what a lumber mill would be like. She pictured sawing the bark off the cut tree and having to go and talk to the boss and exclaim your usual excuse : “but I didn’t understand the instructions…”.
“You are to throw the flyers along with the newspapers on your paper round this morning Oliver. Every single house, do you understand?” Mr Footstool said sternly. He was one of those scary men that was bulgy and oh very tall and looks like he will crush you to bits. Well he was right there in front of me, well… over me really.
“Y…y…y…yes sir, u…u..um b…b…but it’s Sunday. I only do the paper round on Saturdays.” I said shakily. “Is that what they teach kids now?! Well our play is going to be spectacular and I say and that means that you have to do as I say! Go now!”
My rubber boots squelched in the horrid murky mud as I frantically stomped through the grave yard not knowing what I was getting myself into. Misty my dog, leaped up onto a creepy statue and fled. I shouted as loud as I could.
Suddenly a crimson red flower caught my eye. It somehow seemed very strange but I couldn’t see why. I approached it carefully. I bent down to pick it up but it swished up above me and then disappeared into the fog.
Just then I heard a bark. “Misty!” I yelled. But then I saw it. Misty was trapped in the flower.
“…And then the black robot froze without its head and will be stuck there until someone brings its head back. That’s what you saw in the museum today Max. But that’s just a myth. Today you have to write down what your favourite part of the excursion today.”
“Mrs Smith, Why is it called the black robot when it’s red?”
“Well Max… it’s called that because the robot had created a darkness called the ‘Toy Box’. The Toy Box is capable of choosing when people die.”
“No it can’t”
“Believe what you want but I’ve seen it with my own eyes”