Inspired by the amazing short story we read this week in Aquila Magazine – The Game by Amy Sparkes!
How will you interpret this prompt? I look forward to reading them in class!
Miss T x
Inspired by the amazing short story we read this week in Aquila Magazine – The Game by Amy Sparkes!
How will you interpret this prompt? I look forward to reading them in class!
Miss T x
Forest.
Gnarled hand-like branches brush my face.
Secrets whisper their untold truths, breaking my heart.
Lonely.
Dream like figures blur my mind,
some daydreams, some nightmares.
Unowned feet stray from the untouched path,
Dark.
Ghostly stooped figures sway in the deserted dark.
A deafening snap of a tree branch scars my memory.
My mother’s wails crack like a whip in my ear.
Abandonned.
The night I got lost is like a movie on loop,
a horror movie,
One that your ‘kind’ big brother plays to scare you.
Bored. Can’t get to sleep. Close your eyes. Enter the forest of secrets. You are standing at the edge. Here lie the funny secrets. You walk past them. Lucy likes James! You venture deeper. Then you reach the centre of the forest. A thick, eerie tree sits alone in the middle.
OPEN YOUR EYES
YOU CAN’T BEAR THE TRUTH
AN EYE FOR AN EYE
A TOOTH FOR A TOOTH
You realise you should have opened your eyes. Dreamed about unicorns. Too late. Branches wrap around you. Now you are one of the secrets. One of the lies. I warned you.
SCARLET
“Mum, Dad can me and Tori go exploring?”
“Sure, but don’t get too excited!”
Hi I’m Scarlett and I’m Tori’s younger sister. I am eight years old and Tori is sixteen. She is never around much because she is with her friends but when she is around, we go exploring in the woods. Over to Tori…
TORI
I just don’t understand why Scarlet always complains I mean is SHE doing her A levels, I don’t think so! Well I’d better get on with telling this story. “Lets go Tori, i want to go exploring and mum said you have to go.”That’s my sister talking. I can’t believe mum agreed to this. “Scarlet, what’s that sound I think it’s coming from…from…the trees?It sounds like whispering.
The wind whistled beneath my bare feet, as if it was whispering, telling me some sort of secret. The sky’s colour contrasted to the real world’s like I had just entered a distant dimension. I heard my voice echo as I tried to call out to my parents. I didn’t remember what happened before I woke up on the cold ground of this strange forest. I heard the whispers of the wind again. It said,
RUN
Before I could figure out what it meant a dark figure started to chase me. A demonic laughter roared out of its mouth.
HELP!
Be the truth,tell the secrets, be the … Be me.Enter the forest and murder the lie. That night I felt a rush of fear and woke up walking strait in to the forest but the forest was somewhat different. I hadn’t figured out what but I had a strange feeling that this was not a good idea then I saw this.
BE WARNED ITS DANGEROUS
OUT THERE GET OUT NOW.
This was like no other dream, This was crime. Then I started to realise the sounds, no voices trying to warn me not to do the things that kill.
I walked into the foreboding branches, intertwined like a web ready to catch its prey. The wind rustled in the trees. Fog masked the path ahead and I squinted through the gloom. Shadows danced in the network of trees. Trembling with cold and fear I went on towards the centre of the forest. I had only just started my mission, I couldn’t give up now. In the middle of the gnarled boughs, an Oak tree stood tall and proud. I gently brushed it. Everywhere in the forest little scrolls unfolded reading the same message: Do not turn around. OR ELSE…