The Storm

I feared that my boat would break apart in the storm. The howling wind tore at the sail roaring like a pack of hungry wolves. The rain battered the hull as the steel grey sea leapt up trying to drag the hopeless boat down. Lightning illuminated the sky with blinding light; the waves pounded the side of the boat as I swayed and slipped through the green slick seaweed. My heart hammered against my chest, slowly creeping up my throat till I felt like I was about to get sick. I had to do something but I was hopeless in the violent crashing and smashing of the colossal waves. A titanic wave rose ahead and I braced myself, tears streaming down my face the salt stinging my eyes. The wave toppled and crashed on top of the boat, smashing the fragile structure to bits. The sea swallowed me whole, devouring any oxygen I had left. I thrashed in the churning ocean fighting for survival. I was dragged further underwater, I was soon about to lose this battle. A sharp pain erupted in my side, my lungs crumpled but my heart was still there. I pulled myself to the surface gasping as my lungs caught the sweet taste of oxygen. I clambered onto a broken piece of wood I would survive. Then everything went black. The storm was over later that day the sea was calm and the sky was an azure blue. The storm was over and so was my life.

by Robert Emelifeonwu.

What Happened in the Graveyard

This is a short story by Georgia Moore from Ms. Horgan's 6th class. Georgia is the Winner of the Halloween Short Story Competition that was held during Book Week.

She shivered as she clambered out of her car. Tendrils of fog wrapped themselves around her, binding her in their freezing grasp. Her eyes wandered nervously over the scene. She was in a graveyard. Crumbling tombs and headstones surrounded her. The eerie emptiness chilled her to the bone. But she knew, nervous as she was, that she couldn’t stand forever. She took a very hesitant step forward.
The drop in temperature was immediate. Her ears popped, goosebumps rippled up and down her arms. An icy wind roared through her brain. The world became a wide grey void filled with deep, rasping breaths, belonging to things that had once been human but weren’t any more. She gasped for breath, but the air she was breathing seemed to be freezing her lungs. She wheezed desperately, fighting for life.
And then, everything vanished. She was herself again. Her eyelids dragged themselves open. And there was a white figure treading silently across the frozen grass towards her. Suddenly, she found herself gazing into a pair of wide, caramel-coloured eyes. He stared at her. “Are-“ he paused. “Are you… going there too?” She nodded slowly. “Will we find it… together?” he asked hesitantly. She nodded again, but didn’t move. “Well… I think it’s this way” Her feet seemed to be made of ice. But she managed to put one in front of the other. Until they came to the forest.
She stopped abruptly. She hadn’t noticed him fall back in step. She turned around and caught a glimpse of his face, dreadfully altered. The skin had fallen away like plaster, the teeth were brown and rotting away, and the one remaining eye was bloodshot, with an iris as scarlet as blood. She didn’t even have time to scream as a black cloud descended on her. And then… nothing.
by Georgia Moore