A Story by WordsAndVoices

I wrote this at an english course... hope you like it!


We wandered down the lane. It was completely devoid of life, except for the sound of our footsteps. The shops were closed and the gypsy camp was silent. Suddenly I screamed. A hand was at my neck, holding tightly, squeezing. As abruptly as the pressure had begun, it ended and I was floating, as free as the air, as light as a leaf. I could look down upon the empty lane, empty. As if Louise and I had never walked it. Nothing left but the reflection of a man in a puddle on the ground. Swiftly, I move away, faster then I ever remember to have done before. I'm at my home, the worn-down shack. My mother is crying, but my father just stands stock still. I reach out, but my hand passes straight through them, invisible. My reflection in the window opposite is non-existent. I am gone. Revenge will be upon those who did this to me, death will avenge me. Whatever it takes, for I have eternity.

© 2010 WordsAndVoices

Author's Note

I was only allowed 15 minutes to do this, so please don't judge it too badly.

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Excellet work. The last couple of lines were fantastic.

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Hey! I'm Queenie and I'm 12 years old. Ohhh... and I'm from Canberra, Australia. Whoop! My family is very small. I live with just my Aunty and Grandad. I love writing, and reading. I enjoy bin.. more..