Collaborative Writing
Year 8 Class D - g2 2019
Y8 - CLASS D - GROUP II - STORY I
A Dead Man’s Lover He felt like he’d been running for hours, as if his legs would give in, he kept running at that pace. All of the doors he’d previously run to, were locked. Would there be any escape? Finally, he reached the window, his heart on his throat, his feet throbbing from the pain. He let out a breath in relief, but all of the hairs on his body stood up as a cold hand had landed on his shoulder, he didn’t know what to do. Then, El Medio realised that Castro, a famous mexican assassin and powerful dealer was behind him. He was also his brother. He turned around in annoyance as his brother started: ‘Hey, bro, I swear won’t do anything to you. I’m searching for El Pequeño. Have you seen him?’ ‘Don’t scare me like that, I thought someone was after me! Well, anyway, I haven’t seen him, you know that crazy brother of ours can disappear like smoke.’ said El Medio. ‘Then I need your help to find him.’ ‘Why would I help you? Don’t you have people who can do these jobs for you?’ ‘Yes, but this is a personal thing. I won’t involve people that work for me in a private matter. Besides, you are family, so it’s like your obligation. Come on Romelio, please!’ ’Ahhh. Stop being a baby, Castro. Aren’t you scary and fearless? So be an adult and solve your own problems’ ’Pleaaaasssseeee, baby bro! Might I remind you that while we’re still family, I know everything you have to hide from the police.’ ’Ugh...ok, I’ll help you. But I need something in return.’ ’Of course, I’ll do anything!’ ’After we find El Pequeño, I need you to take me to my beloved Gloria.’ ’Isn’t she married to Pequeño?’ ’I know, but we’ve had sort of an affair for some years now, she’s afraid of turning on Pequeño because he might hurt her. We’ve lived under the same roof our whole life, I’ve learned not to doubt his capabilities…’
’Forget I asked… Aiaiai Dios mio this family drama never stops, it must come to an end! I’ll help you, I’m in better terms with you than Pequeño.’ ’So, do you know where El Grande is? He might be willing to help us, he’s the most straight-minded brother after all.’ ’Yes, he was in a bar called Caracas.’ ’Wait, that Venezuelan bar across the street?’ 'Yes, sir!’ The moment they got to the bar, they ordered some freezing Tequila with lemon. Some minutes later, when they were more than drunk, a strange looking waitress led them to a mysterious door. They entered the area, but the waitress locked the door just after they had both entered the room. It was spooky, cold and bad smelling stinky place. With darkness surrounding them, all they could see were ghosts and giant spiders. They both started to freak out and look at eachother. They were dizzy and couldn’t walk in a straight line. ‘BOO’ yelled an unknown, yet familiar voice. Castro and El Medio fell hard in the ground. They died from the shock, literally. ‘Get up you losers’ Standing in front of them was the great El Grande. ‘Wait, what?’ said the two bodies laying on the ground. ‘ 'Yeah, it’s me, El Grande. I knew you were going to come here searching for me, so I decided to play a trick on you guys. Yesterday night I was taking care of some business with Johnny Asvuelta, the biggest drug dealer in the country. ' El Medio got up from the ground, when he realized he couldn’t touch it, that’s when he turned around and noticed his body‘WHAT!? How?’ El Medio yelled. ‘We… actually died from that, we actually died from shock of someone screaming ‘Boo’...and to think I called you the straight-minded one…’ Castro sighed. ‘Then how can we see El Grande?’
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‘I’m also dead, idiots’ El Grande replied ‘WHAT?’ Castro and El Medio answered in unison ‘I also died from shock, someone hid behind Johnny Asvuelta’s door and screamed....boo, and now we’re here’ The three of them were in silence ‘Oh my god, are we seriously this lame?’ ‘We are… But we need to talk. I did not plan on dying today, but we still need to kill El Pequeño' 'Ugh, him, the black sheep of the family. Why? asked El Medio. ‘ He’s our arch nemesis, the one thing we agree on.’ said Castro. ‘Ok, we should sort things out now.’ El Grande claimed. ‘Everything is twisted, things are changing like crazy! We need to kill El Pequeño. Let’s make a plan.’ So, after some time, the three brothers left to find El Pequeño’s whereabouts. The group was determined to kill El Pequeño, everyone had their own reasons. El Medio for once wanted to kill him so he could have his lover back, El Grande needed it so his life could come back to normal, well, his afterlife. Castro, well, he just did it out of spite. Everything was going well, the plan was working and El Pequeño didn’t have a clue. They were at his house, slipping some poison in Pequeño’s tea when Gloria came in the room. She seemed to be dazed and confused, all she could see was a cup of warm cozy tea and a very suspicious red spill on the side, but she drank it anyways. Everything went dark for El Medio as he saw his former lover start to choke to death. ‘Gloria!’ he cried ‘Please don't leave me! 'Medio?!’ she coughed 'Why did you do this to me?' ' 'It wasn't on purpose, I wanted to kill Pequeño, but I killed you instead, I'm so sorry, I love you! ‘ ‘I love you too’ she said, already in the shape of a ghost. Suddenly, El Pequeño walked in the room ‘Dime que noooooooo!’. He couldn’t see his brothers, for he was not yet a ghost.
‘You will pay for this, whoever you are! How could you do this to my wife? Show your face!’ he said ‘You were the one who was supposed to take the drink and die, not her, you selfish creepy creature’ said El Medio. ‘WHY would you kill me? Where are you Medio, I recognise your voice!’ ‘Because of my lovely Gloria, of course! Oh, yes, she never loved you! We’ve been together behind your back this time, she was afraid of leaving you because of what you might have done, well, it’s over now, I’ve got nothing to live for, I’m already dead anyways, though you’re coming with me!’ At the end of that sentence, El Medio pointed his gun and shot at Pequeño’s head. ‘It’s a done deed, I guess. We should go before his ghost comes along.’ said Castro. 'Medio!’ screamed Gloria. ‘Gloria?’ yelled Medio in search of the voice’s source ‘Oh, you did it, I can’t believe it, you’ve set me free!’ said the ghostly version of the dead girl. ‘Gloria! How come you’re not mad at me, after all I’ve done to you?’ ‘Oh, Medio, I knew the cup was poisoned and that you were already nothing more than a ghost! I saw a chance to join you and I knew you would take care of Pequeño, even without the poison…’ ‘This is great! We can live together in the land of the dead and finally find our peace as a family!’ said Castro. And so they went and never returned, though there are still rumours of a ghost who visits all of Medio’s past enemies, to give them a little ‘scare to death’...
8ºD - GROUP 2 - STORY 2
Can I have a whisky and the truth, please? No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't understand a word his partner was saying, the connection was terrible. Felony, murder, victim, all of those words were unknown to him. In fact, they were unknown to most of the society. In the time he lived, they had already surpassed all of those problems. How could he help solve the case, the only knowledge ,he had on the topic was extremely theoric, he had never experienced something like that. In the year of 3147, everything was perfect. There hadn’t been a car that passed a red light in 300 years, and murders, God forbid, weren’t know at all by the society, until everything changed. Sir Malcolm was sitting in his office when, suddenly a very distressed Mrs. Louise entered abruptly. “Something terrible has happened, my love” she said. “Pray tell, dear. Explain it all” he said, already getting preoccupied. “It’s Alfred, Malcolm!” she exclaimed “Follow me”. Both of them rushed into the laundry room, and Malcolm was horrified with the sight he came into. A lifeless body of a once very much alive butler on the floor, a knife engraved to his heart. “No, it can’t be” cried Malcolm, kneeling on the floor. “How will we ever solve this?” Sir Malcolm was very scared, he couldn’t believe what happened but the butler, Alfred Simons, didn’t die. He was lying there, fighting back at death, struggling to live. Alfred was a very good butler, as thought by his bosses: Malcolm and his wife Mrs. Louise. But he had one dark secret: he had killed a man. In that society things like that were simply did not happen, if Sr. Malcolm found out, Alfred would be miserable for the rest of his life. Malcolm screamed: “Who did this to you my old friend?” Alfred was desperate, he couldn’t tell what he did, killing a man and paying the price with a knife engraved on his heart. So he answered: "I don’t know, it was just too fast." The butler knew for sure who did it, but he couldn't risk letting his boss know what happened, so there was a simple question in his head “should I tell Malcom what happened and he will put me in jail, but he will also solve this case. Or should I pretend that nothing happened and let this go?” “Mr. Malcolm.” As he was going to tell him about the incident the butler died. Malcolm decided to go on his journey to seek the truth.
Malcolm went all over town trying to find clues, but he didn’t find anything, until he found himself in an empty, dirty and old street. There were only small houses and a shady bar. The man tried to enter the dead butler’s house, with no results. He tried to knock on the other houses’ doors, no response. So he entered the shady bar. To his surprise, there were lots and lots of people there. Malcolm asked them about the butler, but the name “Alfred” didn’t seem to ring any bells. Then, he saw a old man, sitting alone in a bar booth at the edge of the building. Malcolm approached him slowly and took the seat across him. “Excuse me sir, do you happen to know a man named Alfred?”“Oh, you mean Tony? He once got a job using that name you said.” the man took a sip of his whisky and answered. “Could you tell me more?” Malcolm replied in surprise. “Why? What do you want to know about him?” “I’m a p.. p… p-private investigator… Yeah, that!” Malcolm lied through his teeth. The old man looked confused. “In a society with no registered crime? Sure.” . "As you said, registered crime, there are still… a few murders that aren’t registered, or filed as suicide.” his lie was slowly becoming more unbelievable. “Huh...But what does this have to do with Tony?” the stranger didn’t seem to buy into his lie. “A man contracted me, he said that his butler named Alfred died.” “Oh… So the Bertelli family finally got him…” “Excuse me?” "You know what? I said too much already, I had a bunch of drinks, I better head back home, it was nice meeting you mr…?” Mr. Malcolm was a rather famous police officer, he couldn’t give the man his name. He had to make one up, inspired by the bar decoration. He looked around and saw a row, a noun (not part of the decoration) and a painting of a fairy boat. “Ronon Fairow” “Reggie, Reggie Kacetouie” On that note, Malcolm’s evening came to an end, he got back home and went to sleep, dreaming of the name of that family. Bertelli. When Malcolm woke up, he knew exactly what he had to do, he had to have a couple whiskies with Reggie and gain his trust, he needed more information.
8ºD - GROUP 2 - STORY 2 Malcolm stood up, got dressed, kissed his wife farewell and went to the bar. It was quite soon to do so, it was only 8 o’clock, but he had to figure out what was happening to the city. Malcolm was so excited that he forgot one little detail, he hadn’t invited Reggie to come. He waited, waited, waited and waited and when he realised what he had done, it was already noon. He had wasted four hours of work due to something so silly. That’s what happens when you have no actual experience in a certain topic. when he got his phone from his back pocket, Malcolm saw Reggie coming in. “Hello Reggie, long time no see!” “Not really, sir. What do you want?” The man said with contempt, he had no patience to deal with Ronon so early in the day. “I would like to buy you a drink, maybe we can talk for a while, say about… Tony?” He said rather excited. “Look, I already told you anything I know, now I would appreciate it if you let me drink by myself.” “ I refuse to do so, I need to know the truth and I won’t stop bothering you until you tell it to me.” “Alright!” the man had lost every little bit of tolerance left inside of him. “do you want the truth? Fine!” he took a deep breath to calm himself down. “before Tony worked for Malcolm he used to work for a couple who’s surname was Bertelli. But when he figured out that they were planning on firing him, he did something bad. As he fled out of the house, he saw me, he told me everything and ran, I kept contact with him to certify that he was doing fine, I was the one who suggested him to change his name but we hardly talked anymore a couple months ago. So… Yeah, that’s the whole tea. ”Malcolm was choked, nothing made sense to him. Alfred or Tony, was a good man, what could he have done?“And… Is the couple okay? What did Tony do?”“I think you know the answer for both these questions, sir. Reggie couldn’t be more accurate, Malcolm was only asking for the confirmation that he was wrong, he would never except that that his loyal butler was a murderer, but denying it wouldn’t make it any less true.
“No! It’s not possible, there are no crimes, we have overcome them. Society is not bad anymore, nobody kills.” “see, that’s the thing, people are bad! Do you really think people can reach a level of perfection that there is no bad anymore? Mother nature does not play that.” The sound of the raindrops falling and streaming down the river and the leaves swinging left and right with the strong gust of wind was at the same time deafening and relaxing as a very suspicious man leaned back at the ally walls. “reggie! did everything go smooth?” “Worked as a charm, everybody thinks you are dead, keep your secret underwater and you will never be arrested, even now that people know what you have done.” “I can’t thank you enough, Gie Gie, now let’s go home, you must be tired, I know I am."
8ºD - GROUP 2 - STORY 3
Quiet Night It was a dark night, the only source of light was a torch in the empty streets. A heavy fog covered the small village, moaning from those who lost their lives 40 years ago could be heard. Suddenly, a strange silhouette appeared covering that lonely, small light. Then, the slender, abnormal figure showed two shiny dwarfish circles,or perhaps, eyes? The figure slowly approached one of the houses, but was that the right one? He was looking for the descendent of his murderer, but he didn’t know where he lived. He had to get in the unknown house and figure it out. High walls worn out wooden floors. It was a dark and empty space, full of secrets. . Secrets just as the house: dark and vast. As he went in, he was hoping to get his long awaited revenge. There he stood, Lord Arthur’s dead brother seeking his murderer’s, (Sir Burns) son, to make him pay for what he did to him and his family. It was May 30th, 1875 when it all began. Lord Arthur and his brother, Steve, had gone to a summer chase, after years of hard work he’d finally been able to open his investment company, and things were really looking up. Until now… In 1875 there was a deadly murder that was never solved by the police officers. The people that died that night in the village of West Bromwich were always remembered by their descendents and the memorial was the heart of the city. Although in 15 years the case was never solved, there were still people in that city who seeked the truth behind the writings on the walls of the neighbourhood. Now Arthur was one of the only people that saw the murder scenes that were alive. He suffered from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and couldn’t talk or move his legs, so no one got to know what actually happened. His other brother, Carl, was a police officer, the only one investigating the actual murder, he felt lonely because he had also lost many of his friends that night. He had tried many techniques to make his brother talk but he never gave up on his quest. One night, Arthur was alone at home. He was reading a book in his chair. Suddenly, he heard a thunderous sound coming from the room’s door. He couldn’t move, so all he could do was imagine what was waiting for him. He was very scared. A gigantic shadow with voice burst through the door, coming directly towards him. He got so terrified he screamed! The shadow mysteriously disappeared and Arthur realized, he had screamed! “I-I can't-talk!” Arthur was so scared that he couldn’t even sleep, he didn’t tell anyone what happened after that.
8ºD - GROUP 2 - STORY 3 He was going to sleep when he saw something terrible, very scary. He saw a big figure that looked like his best friend from school, but he was translucent and very thin, like a sick person would be. He ran towards him to see if it was actually his best friend, Graham. But when he reached out to touch his friend’s skin he tripped because there was no one there. That night he knew his life was never going to be the same. He remembered the day his best friend died, a little bit before his brother’s demise, the 4 of them were hanging out on the porch, they were joking around, pushing each other, seeing who could stand as close to the edge of the balcony, it was Graham’s turn, he got up on the railing, suddenly, there was a “quack”, they all looked behind them, even Graham, and that’s when he fell. Arthur woke up, and as soon as he left his cold room, someone was knocking on the front door, he went to check it out. “W… who’s there?” “It’s me, Carl! someone said you were in danger!” The man opened the door to be greeted brother’s worried expression. “I was just sleeping… Who told you that?” “Steve and Graham.” Arthur stopped cold in his thoughts. “W...What do you mean?” Carl stepped forward and put his hand in his “brother’s" throat. “Don’t you know? Who dad was before he ran away? Sir Burns! Murdered his own son in cold blood and put a duck in our house to startle us! And it just so happened, that you’re the last one alive.” “W...what about you?” Arthur struggled to catch his breath, as Carl’s hand became colder” “Carl never existed, Arthur, it was Steve all along.” Arthur conscience was fading, he couldn’t breathe no more. It was a dark night, the only source of light was a torch in the empty streets. A heavy fog covered the almost empty village, moaning from those who lost their lives 2 years ago could be heard. Suddenly, a strange silhouette appeared covering that lonely, small light. Then, the slender, abnormal figure stopped, with all the force it could muster, it muttered in pain: “Father…”
8ºD - GROUP 2 - STORY 4
The Lonely Boy This story happened in the year of 1945, in the middle of World War II. The day was August the 6th. A little child, a boy called Heung-min Son was walking on the streets of Hiroshima. He went to buy some salmon for his brothers. During the walk he felt scared because he was feeling like the only little man in that huge city. He kept hearing strange noises of planes in the air. Yet he didn’t look because the little boy was not in the mood for seeing scary war villains. He went into the fish store, talked to Mr. Kagawa and bought the fish. Suddenly, a giant box came bursting from the sky and all of a sudden everything turned white. He couldn’t see anything, it seemed as if he was not there at all. Skeletons laid down on the floor and there wasn’t even the sound of a bird in the city. As he walked, he saw something odd, it was him, but laying on the ground with a moldy fish in his hand and it looked rotten, chunks of its skin were missing, his left leg wasn’t there, but, how was he seeing this if he wasn’t alive? Was he even alive? Were his brothers alive and alright? He needed to check on them, he loved them more than anything, he rushed back home, or at least what was left of it. That couldn’t be it, right? His house, once bursting with joy and love was now an empty husk of its former self, he refused to believe it. If that wasn’t his home anymore. Then, where were his brothers? He ran all over where it used to be the living room, looking through the scattered pieces of cement, looking for his siblings. The more time passed the more desperate he got, he needed some time to think. Could he even do this?
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Was he alive to do that? He was filled with anguish to the core, all he wanted to do was cry his eyes out, release some of the many things he was feeling, but for some reason he just couldn't do it. What was happening? Suddenly, he heard a voice coming from the next room. It was raspy and seemed like it was coming from the beyond. He gathered up all of his courage and went in. The voice belonged to a corpse, who appeared to have just gotten its way up to a chair. “Who are you?” said Heung-min, his voice just above a whisper. “You’re confused, aren’t you? I can help you with that. It seems like a bomb dropped on Hiroshima and you are the only survivor, the boy of the prophecy.”. “How come? I saw my own dead corpse!” the boy said. There was a prophecy about a boy who would survive a coming disaster in the form of a ghost!”. “I’m a ghost? It’s not possible!”. “Either you believe it and do something about it or don’t and live the rest of your life alone.”. The corpse closed its eyes and lost the little bit of life that it had maintained. The boy didn’t know what do do. He went out to the street in search for something, he didn’t know exactly what, but he had to see if there was anything left. The answer was simple: ‘NO’. Everything was different, there was nothing left out there. Then, he immediately started crying. He didn't know what to do, so he decided to run really fast. Running back home. When he arrived, there was nothing left but his family lying down on the ground. Fortunately, They were all actually alive… But as ghosts. He was trying to talk to them, however they were in silence. They seemed to be very fearful and dirty since the explosion, that was his instant impression of them. After that, he tried to hug his family, but they passed through him, so he realized that we were ghosts. He left the house and sat down on the street’s sidewalk. He could see the sunset and he imagined that some day his land would be free from this huge war. There he stood still, doing nothing for many hours. Just a little boy in the middle of Hiroshima, the city of ghosts.
Y8 - CLASS D - GROUP 2 - STORY 5
Getting Inside the Problem In an university called Silver Heights, everyone needed to be perfect. It was a place where you couldn’t make any mistakes. This college was directed by a woman called Clary Koldkiss. She´d had a terrible past experience, her daughter, Troian, had commited suicide, her husband was murdered and the only thing left was her son, Nigel and lots of money.Nigel Koldkiss was the ruler of the school, everyone was scared of him. Nigel had an advantage over everyone, so he created a perfect group of friends. In this group there was a boy called Derek, he was witty and smart. Derek was skillful and could play the violin perfectly. There was also a girl called Kathryn, she was good at maths and science, she was Nigel’s girlfriend. Lastly, Eve, she was a great artist and designer. One night, they went to swim in a lake, it was a warm summer night and the sound of crickets and frogs from the swamps were loud and echoed through the winds of the forest. Nigel was the first of his friends to swim.“I’ll go first, you losers” At the moment he jumped in the lake the sky became purple and the branches from the trees started moving from one side to the other. The lake started to form huge waves and a giant green monster with scales, all of a sudden burst out of the water. He walked slowly towards Nigel’s friends and they seemed to be terrified. “Yeah, yeah, gloo gloo, nowhere to run, right?” said the monster with a horrible tone.Nigel was mortified, what was that? Monsters weren’t real, so this had to be a prank.“Alright, Derek, I know it’s you, cut it out already!”“I’m right here, dude…”The thing didn’t respond, it looked as if it was puzzled.“Who’s Derek, gloo gloo?”“Wait a minute, who are you, if you’re not Derek?” “The monster of this lake, gloo gloo!” “Well, it doesn’t matter, I came here on a task, I must succeed, gloo gloo” And so, the monster of the lake turned red, his face started to melt and written in the monster’s eyes, Nigel saw: GLOO GLOO. The monster of the lake had swallowed Nigel. Fortunately, the monster had no teeth and due to a miracle of a lifetime, he was alive inside of the monster. While the monster was having an indigestion for swallowing Nigels whole body, his friends had time to run. Kathryn ran to Nigel’s house and exclaimed “CLARY!”. The woman came out of her dresser and spoke to the girl. “What's wrong? I'll get some tea so we can talk”. The woman went into the kitchen and came out just a few minutes later, with two cups of tea. She gave one to Kathryn and said “Careful, dear, the tea is hot and might be uncomfortable to touch”. Kathryn told her the story and Clary gagged on her tea. “What, my son, my only son? I can't believe it” She started sobbing. “I wish I was kidding, but don ´t worry, I'll get him back”. Determined, Kathryn left the house and went to her sisters’ shack. “Sisters” she exclaimed “I need your help”. Kathryn told her sisters the whole story, and they were dumbfounded. “What?” said Barbara and Brenda. Everyone was scared and this was very strange, they had never seen anything like that.
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The monster, as I said, was red, but now he also had some yellow spikes, that made him look even more terrified! Brenda and Barbara weren’t scared of him and they were determined to get Nigel back, but they decided to ask Eve and Derek for help as well. The plan was to get inside the monster and cut it wide open from the inside. Eve was the one getting inside the monster, and the other girls and Derek were the ones distracting him. They went to the lake and Eve walked in the monster’s direction. And the animal screamed “Another filthy animal trying to defy me, gloo gloo!”. Eve replied “I am not scared of you!”. The monster swam in Eve’s direction and swallowed her, she had his knife with him, now she needed to cut the monster from inside. “Oh god! it is really dark and smelly down here! Why is there so much green mucus?! Wait. I need to concentrate. First save Nigel, then shower at home!”It was very hard to move in there. Eve had to squish herself forward. After fifteen minutes squishing she found Nigel screaming for help and crying: “My God I’m going to die in here, won’t I? Why God, why?? I just want my mom!”“Please Nigel. Stop crying like a baby. I need your help for us to get out of here!”“Ok. I’ll help. What do I need to do?”“I need you to pick this knife - while she said that, she gave her knife to Nigel - And use it to cut his belly wide open. Ok? Can you do that?”“ I think so. Give me the knife, please. So I can end this.” Nigel started cutting the monsters belly, while he was doing that, mucus and dark blood were flying around. He finally saw the sun light or was it the light of death? Luckily, it was the sun shining in a blue sky. The kids got out of there and started to cry with glee.Nowadays, they like to tell everyone about this adventure!
Y8 - CLASS D - GROUP II - STORY6
BEWARE THE BEAR It was empty. Everything and everywhere. I couldn’t find anyone. I was alone. Do you want to understand what was happening? Just sit down and let me tell you the story… Hi, my name is Adam Stevens. I’m 24 years old and I live in New York. That’s a well known place for its constant movement: in the streets, at the malls, in the houses and everywhere. So, one day… why did I wake up without listening to my neighbours talking loudly or the cars running through the streets? That day, July 19th, I woke up with a peaceful and deadly silence. I could hear the cold wind blowing on my ear and slapping my face. I started to wonder: Where is everyone? I got up, got dressed, went to the kitchen… But it wasn’t my kitchen anymore. There were no pans, spoons or plates. It was just a blank empty room. I was confused but I didn’t care much about it. However, through my window I could only see a vast endless fog. I decided to stay inside until all that blur was gone. I sat on my sofa and decided to watch TV. Suddenly, just for a moment, when I blinked, a little girl appeared in front of me. She was wearing a white dress and holding a teddy bear. Her face was showing fear and terror, it seemed like she was crying, and then she whispered in my ear:
-’Be careful, you are alone now, you can’t trust anyone with anything’. After I heard that I scratched my eyes to see If I was asleep, that would be my sleepy imagination and then after pinching myself for some time. I realized I wasn’t dreaming and the little girl was gone, without explaining to me what was going on.
I went out of the house and started searching for her in the garden, but the little girl was nowhere to be found. However, I did see one thing though, standing next to the pool there was a bear moving against the wind. I ran to my room and locked the door. I was completely paralyzed. -’Where did it come from? Every 5 minutes I would looked at the clock and I would be waiting for one of my parents to get home from their trip really quick! That day I didn’t want to go out, I think I stayed the whole day inside my room just eating junk food. The next day everything was back to normal, the sky was blue and the sun stood brightly upon us. I decided to visit my mother’s house thinking it was all a dream. The minute I got there I knocked on the door but no one answered. she was still on her trip, but then, I noticed the door was open, so I went inside. The squeaking almost made me deaf, but the house was completely dark and there was a slight thudding noise, I held my breath to see if I could get more details, there were heavy footsteps coming from the kitchen, I slowly approached it, and noticed two things, the kitchen was completely empty, with no pans, blenders, stoves or anything else and also, a bear, a gigantic one in fact, with black fur and large claws, the same bear from the swimming pool.
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“Oh damn-” the bear whipped his head towards me, but it didn’t attack me, instead, it growled slowly, looking up to a picture of my mom, and of course, I tried to talk to it, since it had been a whole day without human contact and I thought I was already going crazy.
While we were walking, I noticed something really strange and peculiar. A big dark fog was coming toward us. Everything went dark and I felt like I was falling somewhere and I was going to crash… “BOOM”
“Can you understand me? Growl twice if you can.” It growled twice, and looked at me with hopeful eyes. “Do you know who I am?” It growled twice again “ Who are you?” The bear looked confused, he didn’t seem to know how to answer that question, after all, it was a bear, it couldn’t speak. “Oh, silly, silly me! You can’t talk! You look familiar, though… Do I know who you are? And once again it growled twice. “ But how, I mean… you are a bear! How could I know you?” The bear turned around, pointed to a mirror and turned to me, when I looked, I realized I was a bear too. “What in the world?” I said. “Wait so you’re...who?”. The bear growled and pointed at a photograph of me and my mom. “MOM?” I exclaimed. The bear growled twice. “Oh God! Well, when did this happen? Point the day out on the calendar…” The bear pointed at the 19th. “The same day I first saw you! Okay, so, why is this happening?”. The bear started walking away and motioned to the door with his tiny head, as if it was saying “Follow me”. And so, we, the two bears, headed to the streets of New York, which were still empty.
As soon as I opened my eyes, I noticed I was sleeping in the same room that everything started. Yes, it was all a dream. I guess… I just couldn’t figure out why there was a dainty teddy bear just floating in my swimming pool… I guess I’ll never get to know every little secret about it. But what do you think it was? Sorry, I’ll have to leave you without the final answer.
8D - CLASS D - GROUP VII- STORY VII
A Peculiar Night My name is Jacob and I was 9 years old when this happened. I used to live in my grandfather’s farm. The house was very old and poorly-kept because my family used to live there since 1924. I used to be very scared because there were many strange noises at night. My father always said that they were just wind noises, although I couldn’t believe in him.One night, in 1998, I was playing hide and seek with my brother Steve, at the backyard, when suddenly I heard a big scream followed by a huge and strong thunder noise. I started getting worried. I called my brother so we could both get in the house quickly .“Steve!? Where are you?”No answer. I tried again:“Steve, seriously! I think we should go inside.”Still no answer. And then I suddenly saw the thing that I can’t take my mind of since then. It was a terrible creature, with deadly claws, bloody eyes and big feet. I screamed for my brother:“STEVE, STEVE!!” and I got nothing in return. I ran towards my house and locked myself in, I wanted to know what was happening to my brother, I felt selfish for leaving him there, but I needed to save myself first. I couldn’t lock myself because the keys were broken and the sound kept getting stronger and stronger I was going to jump through the window that led to the garage but something grabbed my feet. It was a cold hand and I could feel the claws. He pushed me back and put something around my eyes, at that moment, I was certain my days on this planet were over. I passed out. A couple hours later, I woke up in a cave with many kids like me, but they were not afraid. They seemed to be laughing, talking and singing in great harmony. But I didn’t understand why. The cave was poorly illuminated, so I couldn’t see very well. I had many questions, so I tried approaching to one of the kids , but he was very concentrated on singing, so I tried another, and he gave me a strange answer: “You were chosen by Father! You’re one of us!” “Who’s ‘Father’?” I replied in a confused tone. “Father is Father! He is great! He knows about everything!” the kid said excitedly.
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I decided to slowly back away, whoever was that kid, he lost his to marbles some time ago. I decided to investigate the cave, there weren’t any exits, I was giving up hope when something strange happened, the creature I saw before I passed out appeared inside the cave, making slow gurgling noises while all the kids cheered, but one of them noticed that I wasn’t cheering with them. “What’s wrong? Aren’t you happy Father is here?” he said.“Uh… Nothing?” I replied.“What’s wrong? Aren’t you happy Father is here?” he repeated.I thought this kid wasn’t listening to me, so I just stopped answering his question and slowly backed away, again, but this time the creature noticed what I was doing and approached me.“ Would you like some tea, my darling?” father said.“What?” I replied.“ I am offering you some hot tea. Do you want some?”“ Who the hell are you?”All kids gasped, intrigued by the fact that I didn’t know that monster and maybe for the fact that I was kind of outrageous.“Do not talk to me on that tone! Now answer. Do you want tea?”“ What’s with the tea, sis? I just want to get out of here!” suddenly I got my courage back. “And you, you are the one who needs to answer! Who are you and why did you bring me here?”“ I am going to get us some tea, it doesn’t matter if you don't want it! But mind it, it’s going to be very hot! Be careful not to spill it.” and as he turned around he said: “kids, lock him up.”Suddenly, I felt tiny hands grabbing my body and lifting it. The kids took me to a table where they locked me down to one of the two chairs. After some time waiting, the monster arrived with a teapot in his hands, put it on the table and said “ I believe you are desperate for some answers, maybe if you stop being so stubborn you will figure some out.” “just tell me already!”“What did I tell you about your tone? Anyway… you have the right to know what's the tea. By the way, do you want some?At this point I was so confused and tired that I had lost my will to fight, so I took a deep breath and said: “Sure…” and as the creature poured me some tea, it said:“ This book contains all your answers, if you want to know, read her!”“ Her?”“ Hi there!” a voice ecoated from the book, it was a sweet but strong voice.“ Don’t tell me the book talks…
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” I said, annoyed“ Phil, read Gia to Jacob” said the slimy creature. One of the smallest kids in the room went to the table, opened up the book and started“Gia, your pages are dirtier than my grandmas panti-”PHIL! You’re not supposed to read her to filth, it’s not that kinda read, read her actual pages, she’s a book for Christ’s sake.”“Oh… my bad, i’ll start over.” He cleared his throat and began.I grabbed the book and got very scared, she started talking, I immediately throw it away. All the other people from the cave got very offended.The book said that jacob couldn’t read anymore because he had disrespected the secretary from the creaturesThe book of Pages, as it was called, started shouting that something bad , very bad, was going to happen to me and all humanity. I was very scared. I tried to run away from the cave, but the creature and all the children started hitting me.Strangely, I woke up on a small boat. It was very cold and dark. I noticed that it was actually floating in the middle of a lake outside the cave. And there was nothing out there, only a lot of dead bodies floating on the lake.I tried screaming but nobody replied back . After that, I tried to escape, but I couldn't swim because the temperature of the water _ the lake was freezing. Fortunately, I noticed that under my feet there was a big rowing. I reached down to get it, but at the sight of my hands grabbing the row, I panicked as I realised I was one of the dead people. My cold dead skeleton hands were frightening as well. I glanced around and saw all the cave. The kids, my parents and my best friend and brother, Steve. For a moment, I took for granted I was alive.
Y8 - CLASS D - GROUP II - STORY 8
MOTORGHOST THE EVIL RIDER London, 1951. James Piston, as he was called, was a very famous motorcycle racer. He was a legend all across Europe, as the best rider of the continent. He was considered unbeatable. People used to say that Piston had never lost a single race. One day, when the racer was about to go to sleep, he heard an extremely loud noise coming from outside. He thought it was very familiar to him. He was curious so he decided to see what it was. He went down the stairs and saw his parked chopper in the garage. However, the motorcycle was covered in blood. James decided to get closer to the vehicle. Behind the motorcycle there was a corpse _ a dead body. It was covered in blood just laying on the cold floor. His eyes were wide and open. As the dead guy took his last breath, he whispered “El Anton”. Piston didn’t know what to think, but he decided to bury the body, because having the Interpol at his place would be worse than having a dead person in the backyard. He went searching all across europe for the name El Anton but all he could find was the name of a pizza man. He was thinking deeply if he should actually go searching for that guy, and so he did.The address written in the city hall plaza led to an old storage in the heart of Barcelona. There were spiders, bats and it was a cold dark place. Suddenly, a man came out of the shadows. I’m here to deliver your pizza!” he said as he pulled out a pizza slicer.James was startled, so he started to run.“Aren’t you looking for El Anton?! It is me!”James stopped, he was staring at the man who had possibly put the dead body in his garage, and got his motorcycle wet in blood.“You… You were the one… you got my motorcycle dirty!, I´ll never forgive you!” James pulled up his sleeves, this was about to get messy.James rushed at him, but nothing happened. “Would you like to know my secret? I’m dead!”“But why, why my motorcycle? It was innocent!”
“Isn’t it obvious? Years ago, when we were both getting interviewed for the pizza job, you beat me at pizza delivering time! You cheated, Señor! And I only got the job years later because I wasn’t faster than a cheater like you! Now, you must die!”El Anton pointed his pizza slicer in Piston’s direction, threw it at his head, El Anton was thirsty for blood. The pizza cutter was impaled onto his back, he could feel the pizza grease in his system while body shutting down. His liver couldn’t do the job, and as he fell to the ground he could see El Anton disappearing into the darkness. His vision started to fade, and he let himself go. James woke up and all he could see was white. ‘Am I in heaven?’ he thought. But his eyes slowly adjusted to the light and he realized he was in the hospital. “Look! who has just woken up” he heard a voice of a woman. It was the hospital nurse, saying.“How long have I been here? And what happened?” he asked“You've been here for a week, it's not that long. Someone found you unconscious on the street. You had a… well” she was clearly trying not to laugh “Pizza cutter? On your back” she couldn't hold or control it in anymore and started laughing, holding onto his hand from such laughter “I'm sorry but why on Earth were you stabbed with a pizza cutter?”“Well if you must know” he said, getting a bit frustrated “I was searching for El Anton”.
Suddenly, the nurse went pale “El Anton? He…” The nurse strutted and could barely believe it. “He was the man who killed my father!”“WHAT? How did this happen?”“We don’t know exactly, but the police found a slice of paper with this name and his DNA on the kidnapping scene.”
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“That’s horrible! Do you know where he was heading with your father?”“Well, I remember he said something about taking my father to some guy’s house to frame him for the murder. Apparently, he was a motorcycle rider, a famous one…”“No way! That’s how I ended up here! I found a body in my garage, it must have been your father’s!”“We have to bring El Anton to justice!”After a couple of weeks, James was able to leave the hospital and they went in search for that bad man, going to James’ house. When they arrived, the criminal had already been killed. He was found dead on the ground, lifeless. And up on his feet was the nurse’s father, he had come back from the world of dead! He had a gun, and was ready to kill.
POW! And his body, still warm, fell on the floor.After that day, Sir James Piston became a different person, he became a famous rider across all Europe. He solved many grand theft auto crimes and murders. His fame just improved, he became one of the most respected one in the world, but he was still humble. After 20 years doing that job, he decided to retire. In a beautiful summer evening he went to the heart of Barcelona, sat in the middle of the park, and for a couple of hours all he did was to have a nice slice of pizza. El Anton trade _ that what was written on the top of the pizza box!
“You should have looked for me Janet, you useless daughter!” He pointed the gun to her head.”You will suffer for not helping your father, who helped you your whole life!”“Don’t!” Said James “You will not kill an innocent girl, my friend!”“Friend?” She said surprised.“Focus, you’re in a life-death situation!”‘So are you, goodbye” Said James