We have begun writing inspired by bat hunting at Wick Court from the perspective of a bat inside the attic. How will you interpret this week’s prompt?
We have begun writing inspired by bat hunting at Wick Court from the perspective of a bat inside the attic. How will you interpret this week’s prompt?
Ivy closed the door. She didn’t want her parents to see what she was doing in their ancient attic. She threw her bag down and took out objects she had stolen from the shop. There was a lot of high tech objects. She smiled. Then she heard a noise. A high pitched whisper. Bats! The thing she despised most in the whole world. Ivy tried to open the door. It was locked. Then a bat bit her. She felt like she was becoming smaller and a lot hairier.
She screamed. But it was too late. She had become a bat.
I woke up with my family huddled up next to me. My family were still asleep but I was up and ready to explore. I knew it was dangerous to go out hunting on my own so I waited for the others to wake up. The attic was nice and warm with the cool breeze on us. It was dark and the sun swallower was out . Get ready for the hunt. Then a cacophony of sound and every one was up getting ready to hunt down that yummy dinner of sour rubys and insects. I hope to get a big feast!
I hear faint squawks through my miniature ears. My other bat friends wake me up as I feel their boney feet trudging all over my taut wings. Dusty air fills the claustrophobic attic, the beams covered with fluffy spider webs, the wood shredding it’s old oak off falling onto the cracked planks of wood below. There is a smell of antique boxes and ornaments around the attic. There is still a constant shriek of a noise breaking my ears. The heat is outraging but for over fifty bats, it is not a surprise. So definitely don’t go in, trust me….
I woke up to a loud thud then another then another. By now whole colony screaming so loud that even my ears hurt then saw my mom and my 12 brothers hiding in the depths of the attic. I shoved through the crowd though nobody cared all any one card about was what was going to come through that door. My colony had heard tales of bats going missing because of the dread two legs but we had never lost a bat to one. Suddenly golden ball on the entrance started to twist and a wave of fear hit. Then there he was looking directly at me and my family.
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As I started to fidget and twitch, I realised it was time. I opened one eye, then the next. I saw many things, mostly upside down. The night sun was high in the sky and bright stars dotted the cape of darkness. My big brother started twitching, getting ready to wake. The spindly spider and a timid mouse got ready to sleep. I wanted to go outside; I wanted to fly so badly, to hunt, to eat . Hunger built up inside me urging me to go outside, but I couldn’t. It was to risky for everyone else. So I waited.
As squished as I can be, I look beside me to see thousands of night-gliders. It is now night my friends and I must go hunting. As we soar through the night sky, I can sense something hovering around me its irritating I quickly turn around and eat it, it tastes so good but I’m still hungry I need more food my insides are eating me up. As I continue my search for food, suddenly see something it looks so nice but it’s on I quickly fly down and try to eat it. I fail. I am going to starve….
After an unpleasant nights sleep I barely manage to heave my reluctant body through the ancient manky door. Just as I begin to settle down in my time beaten chair, that was insanely small, I hear some kind of menacing rattle coming from my attic. I stagger up the old oak staircase as I hear again a faint murmured squeak coming from a shredded wooden beam drooping from the ceiling. My big beady eyes set on an indistinguishable creature hanging from the beam. My face is stunned like I’ve just seen a ghost. But then an eerie orange glow peaks through a fissured glass window onto a familiar figure. Then I catch a croaky voice that whispers, “Malachy can you get out of my room I,m trying to read.”
As squished as I can be, I look beside me to see thousands of night-gliders. It is now night my friends and I must go hunting. As we soar through the night sky, I can sense something hovering around me its irritating I quickly turn around and eat it, it tastes so good but I’m still hungry I need more food my insides are eating me up. As I continue my search for food, suddenly see something it looks so delicious I quickly fly down and try to eat it. I fail. I am going to starve. I will die.
As I miraculously spread my wings out and look around in my musky shelter, which has long pieces of wood holding it all up, I enjoy the comfort of my fellow siblings huddling around me keeping each other warm. A small but quick tingle runs through my ears, to my wings and eventually to my feet. I open my eyes to try to see through the obstructed foggy window but I see a great sign, darkness, so that means eating time. While I get excited about hunting for the first time ever… my siblings, my parents, my fellow bats, gone!
Hearing loud shrieks of agony, my ears and eyes stood to attention. As I looked down from the shadowy treetops, I spotted my older brother who flew towards me with his prey. He perched beside me, still clutching onto the petrified mouse squealing for dear life which echoed around me. Eagerly I watched my brother with hungry eyes as he took his first bite. The blood curdling squeals suddenly stopped. My brother signalled me to go, as it was my turn to catch my prey. Only this time he wanted me to catch a mouse too. I was just as scared as the mouse, but I had no choice.
I just hung there in the attic, on an ancient beam, waiting for mum to fly through the hole in the roof.
My ears suddenly pricked up as I heard a cacophony of sound. The sound of the stairs leading to the attic. I thought that if I just stayed very still whoever was coming up the stairs would disappear. But I was wrong.
The attic door swung open and in walked a boy. By this point I could see mum coming back, just as she flew in, the boy pulled the sheet off a cage to reveal. An owl…
As I hung in the attic, I could feel the vibrations of my siblings shiver in the cold. This winter has been a nightmare. I can see the thirst thwarter through the fissure in the wall but suddenly it was blocked by the scruffy, feathery wing of what looks just like… An Owl! When I realised, but it was too late. ‘Run’ I screeched out to all my colony. It was all pandemonium, everyone was piling over every single ‘precious’ beam of the house. Until… It all went black.As I opened my eyes…It was HUMANS!