Post by DetectiveDupin on Nov 21, 2003 13:22:35 GMT -5
This is a stroy I wrote on the computer. I didn't write it especially for this site, but just because I felt like writing and because I enjoy it. This is the first part:
Nobody There
Marie walked through the metal gates, the other children chatting as they walked. She didn’t. Marie Harrison didn’t fit in very well. She hated school. She hated home. Bundles of homework jiggled about in the bag around her shoulder. She looked at it blankly. School gave too much homework. All the children thought that, but no teacher agreed. There was only one child Marie got on with. Lily. Lily got bullied at school, and wasn’t in that day, so that was why Marie was alone.
The rain pattered lightly on the concrete ground. The sky was grey, as it always was around that time of year and Marie sighed. She walked away from the school as the other children parted and walked separate ways. She lived at the far side of village, the deserted side. She lived in a small flat that was messy and made inaccurately. Marie looked back as she turned the corner. The school went out of sight, and Marie carried on walking. She looked down on her walking feet, dreading going home-the dread she felt everyday. She looked around, checking no one was watching and headed towards the alley. She walked down the dark alley. It was creepy, with weird people on drugs lurking around. Marie didn’t take drugs, but it was a shortcut to her house. She reached the end, and pushed open a gate that led to her street. The gate slammed behind her and she carried on walking. The rain got heavier, but Marie didn’t mind. Quite a few puddles had been made in the narrow street, but Marie just walked through them, water splashing up to her knee. Marie was in year nine at school-she was almost fourteen.
She arrived at the door, pushing it open. She walked along the dark floor to the stairs, which she walked up slowly. She looked down over the banister as the door-the exit got further and further away. She gulped as she arrived on the second floor. She walked down a long badly lit hallway. There was the room. Room 225. She pushed the door open, but it was surprisingly locked. She got the key from her bag and opened the door. The flat was a messy as usual.
“I’m back!” she called weakly. There was no reply. That wasn’t surprising, but there was an eerie silence that made Marie know that no one was in. She walked along the thin hallway, which had a flickering bulb hanging from the ceiling. She walked to the room at the end of the hallway and opened a door. It was a small room, as big as an airing cupboard. There was a small bed there, and a tiny table, with several papers on it. There was a pile of about two toys and a small shelf of special things. There was finally a small telly-so small you could barely see what was on the fuzzy screen. Marie dumped her bag by the bed, and lay down.
”Home sweet home,” Marie sighed and closed her eyes. Soon after, there was a crash as the door slammed open. Quick snarling footsteps came down the hallway. The door of Marie’s bedroom slammed open. A chubby woman stood there, a tatty dress on.
“Ahem!” she said. Mari turned over.
“What?” she asked.
“Don’t tell me you don’t know!” the woman snarled,” Where’s my coffee and meal!”
“Coffee and meal?” Marie repeated the gaped open her mouth,” Oh sorry-“
“I said for you to get it for me and Howard!” the woman continued,” Now get it now!”
“I’m sorry!” Marie shouted.
“Shut it!” the woman said, and grabbed Marie from her bed. Marie’s eyes fell with tears as she looked at the evil face in the woman’s eye. The woman was called Heather. She was horrible. This is what Marie feared. The fear filled her body as she woke up, as she went from school. She felt the cold hand of Heather hold her cheek, the coldness running onto her face. Heathers long purple nails grabbed her face, as small spurts of blood poked out. As the nails dug in deeper, Marie screamed and fell to the ground. Heather let go.
“NOW GO AND GET THE DAMN MEAL!” she cried, spitting and Marie. Marie got up, feeling the blood pore down her cheek. She clutched it herself to stop it and ran into the kitchen.
“I WANT IT READY IN FIFTEEN MINUTES!” Heathers voice called. Marie walked to the cupboard and got out some pans that she heated on the dirty grill. She rummaged through the old freezer that was to one side against the wall and found some bacon. She put it on the grill and sat on an old chair.
“WHATS THAT SMELL!” Harold called from the other room.
“Bacon!” Marie called back.
“Oh,” Harold replied glumly,” That it?”
“Um…Yes.” Marie replied nervously. No one replied. Smoke started erupting from the bacon as it grilled. The smoke alarm went off.
“What have you done?” Heather shouted,” Set our flat on fire?”
“No!” Marie called-sternly almost.
“Good!” Harold called. Marie looked at the steaming pan and grabbed some old oven gloves from the side. She put them on and walked to the grill, which was bellowing with smoke. She grabbed the hot pan, and the smoke spread more. Marie began coughing and her hand slipped. The pan slid out from the oven glove. Marie dived to catch it, luckily succeeding. But as she dived, she kicked open a cupboard, filled with plates and pans. Everything tumbled out, and the air was filled with crashing, and banging. Marie closed her eyes until the horrible sound ended, and then stood up, holding the pan. She looked around; the remains of everything scattered all over and gulped. She began sweating as she heard footsteps.
WHAT DO YOU THINK?
Nobody There
Marie walked through the metal gates, the other children chatting as they walked. She didn’t. Marie Harrison didn’t fit in very well. She hated school. She hated home. Bundles of homework jiggled about in the bag around her shoulder. She looked at it blankly. School gave too much homework. All the children thought that, but no teacher agreed. There was only one child Marie got on with. Lily. Lily got bullied at school, and wasn’t in that day, so that was why Marie was alone.
The rain pattered lightly on the concrete ground. The sky was grey, as it always was around that time of year and Marie sighed. She walked away from the school as the other children parted and walked separate ways. She lived at the far side of village, the deserted side. She lived in a small flat that was messy and made inaccurately. Marie looked back as she turned the corner. The school went out of sight, and Marie carried on walking. She looked down on her walking feet, dreading going home-the dread she felt everyday. She looked around, checking no one was watching and headed towards the alley. She walked down the dark alley. It was creepy, with weird people on drugs lurking around. Marie didn’t take drugs, but it was a shortcut to her house. She reached the end, and pushed open a gate that led to her street. The gate slammed behind her and she carried on walking. The rain got heavier, but Marie didn’t mind. Quite a few puddles had been made in the narrow street, but Marie just walked through them, water splashing up to her knee. Marie was in year nine at school-she was almost fourteen.
She arrived at the door, pushing it open. She walked along the dark floor to the stairs, which she walked up slowly. She looked down over the banister as the door-the exit got further and further away. She gulped as she arrived on the second floor. She walked down a long badly lit hallway. There was the room. Room 225. She pushed the door open, but it was surprisingly locked. She got the key from her bag and opened the door. The flat was a messy as usual.
“I’m back!” she called weakly. There was no reply. That wasn’t surprising, but there was an eerie silence that made Marie know that no one was in. She walked along the thin hallway, which had a flickering bulb hanging from the ceiling. She walked to the room at the end of the hallway and opened a door. It was a small room, as big as an airing cupboard. There was a small bed there, and a tiny table, with several papers on it. There was a pile of about two toys and a small shelf of special things. There was finally a small telly-so small you could barely see what was on the fuzzy screen. Marie dumped her bag by the bed, and lay down.
”Home sweet home,” Marie sighed and closed her eyes. Soon after, there was a crash as the door slammed open. Quick snarling footsteps came down the hallway. The door of Marie’s bedroom slammed open. A chubby woman stood there, a tatty dress on.
“Ahem!” she said. Mari turned over.
“What?” she asked.
“Don’t tell me you don’t know!” the woman snarled,” Where’s my coffee and meal!”
“Coffee and meal?” Marie repeated the gaped open her mouth,” Oh sorry-“
“I said for you to get it for me and Howard!” the woman continued,” Now get it now!”
“I’m sorry!” Marie shouted.
“Shut it!” the woman said, and grabbed Marie from her bed. Marie’s eyes fell with tears as she looked at the evil face in the woman’s eye. The woman was called Heather. She was horrible. This is what Marie feared. The fear filled her body as she woke up, as she went from school. She felt the cold hand of Heather hold her cheek, the coldness running onto her face. Heathers long purple nails grabbed her face, as small spurts of blood poked out. As the nails dug in deeper, Marie screamed and fell to the ground. Heather let go.
“NOW GO AND GET THE DAMN MEAL!” she cried, spitting and Marie. Marie got up, feeling the blood pore down her cheek. She clutched it herself to stop it and ran into the kitchen.
“I WANT IT READY IN FIFTEEN MINUTES!” Heathers voice called. Marie walked to the cupboard and got out some pans that she heated on the dirty grill. She rummaged through the old freezer that was to one side against the wall and found some bacon. She put it on the grill and sat on an old chair.
“WHATS THAT SMELL!” Harold called from the other room.
“Bacon!” Marie called back.
“Oh,” Harold replied glumly,” That it?”
“Um…Yes.” Marie replied nervously. No one replied. Smoke started erupting from the bacon as it grilled. The smoke alarm went off.
“What have you done?” Heather shouted,” Set our flat on fire?”
“No!” Marie called-sternly almost.
“Good!” Harold called. Marie looked at the steaming pan and grabbed some old oven gloves from the side. She put them on and walked to the grill, which was bellowing with smoke. She grabbed the hot pan, and the smoke spread more. Marie began coughing and her hand slipped. The pan slid out from the oven glove. Marie dived to catch it, luckily succeeding. But as she dived, she kicked open a cupboard, filled with plates and pans. Everything tumbled out, and the air was filled with crashing, and banging. Marie closed her eyes until the horrible sound ended, and then stood up, holding the pan. She looked around; the remains of everything scattered all over and gulped. She began sweating as she heard footsteps.
WHAT DO YOU THINK?