Scared and alone I carried on through the forest. I had eaten my sandwich only yesterday but it felt like months. I was starting to turn white in the face from hunger and the cold. All I wanted to do was see my family again. It was cold and I felt hopeless until I heard my family calling my name. It made me feel energetic so I hurried to find them but it was just my imagination. Then I thought of calling them but the battery in my phone was dead. It was now day 3. I kept on going until night when I just fell down and died.
That was the last straw. I had enough of it.
What, did you expect me to run for all my life from this strange figure. Well, no, I’m not. After reading clues of all sort, I’ve been tracking down my lost father for weeks and now a weird figure is after me.
I stood still and turned around seeing that he was standing also. I wanted to run at him and hit him as hard as I possibly can but I didn’t. Instead I stared at him.
” What do you want, what do you need from me ” I shouted at him all tired, furious and…sad.
The figure pulled down his hood reveling his face. It looked looked really familiar to me.
We sat in the car aboard the ferry, all we could do now was hope for the best. The hounds walked around sniffing for something unaccustomed. I sat in the front seat trembling with fear, knowing what was under my seat. One million euro worth of illegal ammunition was lying under my feet.
Only 2 days ago I had asked the question,”But where would we hide it all?” I still didn’t think that this was the greatest idea.
Unanticipatedly the hounds began to loiter in our vicinity. I braced myself. Without warning came the pandemonium of hounds barking. Now we were fish in troubled waters.
” That daft king, stealing all those poor priests’ holy items and selling them for MONEY” cried my wife Kate.
It was a dull day and a runaway priest came to my home. I had to let him in or otherwise he would have been beheaded. But even if I let him in I would also have been in trouble.
The priest was carrying a sack with something inside. I just caught a slight glimpse of treasure before he tucked it away. Kate was preparing a meal for him. He was shaking like a leaf.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
” Kate, hide the priest and his treasure ” I whispered.
” But where would we hide it?” she asked.
I didn’t know but I had to think of something fast…
It was 1916 in Dublin, Ireland and a rebellion was on and a tonne of supplies were being delivered through the Liffey .
The great ship sailed up the Liffey but where would I hide it all from the British, that was the question.
That day they were ready for the ship but it never turned up and was ambushed by the heavy machine guns and the great machinery of war.
No supplies ever got to the harbour. The Irish got so mad that they planned an ambush on a bridge and the Irish were on buildings shooting with the last ammunition they had left.
One regular day I was getting ready for school when I saw something odd. The book shelf had moved. I went to check and what do you know! A spiral staircase leading to a dark room. I never even knew this room was in my house. I went down and saw a little chest. “Maybe there’s a bit of gold there” I said. I opened the chest and saw guns and ammunition. What if somebody thinks this is mine? A chill went down my spine. But where would I hide it all? I saw food from my fridge too. Somebody is living here….
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I whizzed around another sharp bend, the tyres screeching from the speed. Me and the rest of the sharp claw gang had just pulled off our best robbery yet, on a toy shop . The cops were gaining on us and we were having to swerve dramatically to avoid their hail of bullets. One police car caught up and slammed us into the ditch. Where would we hide it all ? We frantically stuffed the cash into our sleeves and any other place we could find. The other policeman approached the car, guns drawn. We stepped out of the car, hands up and waited for something to happen.
“The Triplets” people used call them, Darragh, Dan and Eoin Harper. The three of them were walking down Blueberry Lane when suddenly Eoin stops them. “Hey guys, that house over there looks familiar for some reason?” “Oh, you mean Blueberry House. Yeah, the oldest house in this strange town,” replied Darragh. “What about it?” asked Dan. “Well I read a fiction book saying there was treasure in there somewhere. Come on lets have a look,” suggested Darragh boldly. “Ok!” replied the other two. Just as they approached the door, it creaked open.”Lets go in,” said Dan and Darragh. “I don’t know?” replied Eoin, but it was too late the other two had darted into the old abandoned house…
“Duck!” Darragh shouted. Soon after we had practically broken into the house we found out there had to be treasure somewhere, because the house was surprisingly filled with booby traps. There were lazers, spiked balls, holes, fire, closing walls, and the hardest of all RIDDLES. Then we reached a door. Dan swung it open to find a room full of treasure! “But where will we hide it all if we get it?” asked Eoin. Darragh took a step forward he had seen a mark on the box of treasure like this… <~>. But just then a voice came from behind us saying, ” Put your hands up or I will shoot!”
We were driving through the rough Registan desert in Afghanistan . A gargantuan cloud of dust was forming behind our convoy . I was in the lead truck of the convoy . We were selling our biggest amount of weapons to our richest client ever . We didn’t want to get caught . These type of things went well. Usually .
I wondered if we were in danger of being caught where would we hide it all . I had a rifle on my lap just in case things went south . If this went well I could move myself and my family into the bigger city and get a better job than being a criminal . Two hours later we arrived . Our clients had erected a camp and were waiting for us . The men saw us. They immediately started firing at us . My truck was first to get attacked. My attempts to escape were feeble . Suddenly everything was dark.
Last Monday I was asked to pose for a few photographs for a website called “100 Word Challenge”. I received a letter stating that it was on in Dublin at 2:00pm. I was scared when they told me about the photo, which looked like I was drowning. They said that it would all be done using tricks of light and editing. This reassured me a little.
Firstly, I met Julia Skinner, a former principal, who created the “100 Word Challenge” website. Next, the photos were taken. There was a twist, I had to hang upside down! Numerous photos were taken. We eventually settled on one, edited it, and finished up. I had great fun.
I quickly nabbed the handbag and sprinted across the street. I had got it, now all I had to do was get away. I stopped at a shop nearby when I heard mumbling and groans. I looked around and saw three phantoms drifting towards me .
They were nattering on about giving back the handbag or else. Go away I whispered but they kept advancing nearer . I ran to an alley when the walls started closing in on me the ghosts groaned “give the handbag back or you will be cursed for eternity . You have one hour “.
All Souls Day, a day when everyone prays for their dead relatives. Well that’s one side of the Earth. The other side of our story is set in Mexico. People go in parades, bring food and cheer on this day. Well until it came to night.
Everyone was in the city after walking in a parade and putting food on their relative’s graves. What a shocking sight they saw walking through the shopping centre! Real ghosts walking around.
For a few moments the people were bamboozled, baffled and completely confused but suddenly every ghost disappeared. Was this an optical illusion caused by the moonlight or was this real? Well, nobody knows.
One week ago I was at home and I heard a door that slammed across the wall.
When I went upstairs I saw my wall kind of broken.
When I got my dad he said that it can’t be a ghost and I said that it might be a ghost. Ya dad.
Then my dad said that probaly ya your right because you were always down stairs.
Then we had to get a new house.
When we got a new house it was nice and peaceful.
Going to my school can be tough sometimes. Being the only one that can see ghosts. But the only ghosts here are because of an untimely death and they still have things to do. Usually.
It was only yesterday that I realised that all the ghosts were out for some reason.
“Whats happening?” I asked John my old neighbour.
“All the ghosts are out for their annual Christmas shopping. There is only one ghost train coming in.”
But the one problem was that if too many ghosts arrived they would become visible.
We have to stop the other ghosts.
“Come on, we are going to loose it,” I said in a worried way.
The blurry figure got faster and faster and there was no way that we could catch up to it unless we crossed the stream and into the city.
I realised that this was a big risk but we had no other choice .
As we raced for the city we came upon people screaming in fear and running for their lives.
I knew that it had gotten into the city and unleashed more of its friends from down under .
I took a quick photo and ran for my life like the others and this was the day the earth stood still.
No one knows why they’re here and for what. If you should be scared or not.WATCH OUT. There are not here to attack you only for shopping. For clothes, for food. Should you be scared? No. They might be dangerous but you can’t see them so there not able to hit you. But yes they are dangerous. But I don’t believe in them . Some are big, some are small .Some look creepy ,some look funny but you can’t see them.All they do is fly and do nothing. They probably have a Ghost Town. Somewhere. But you might be asking so why did they come to our place . I don’t know .
People that visit Skiddy Fran Cisco have been visiting Pie Lane for an eternity and will be until hell freezes over. Today something peculiar was going on at Pie Lane. Today you couldn’t even see a small potato in the city but I was there and less than ten minutes ago my parents and I had began walking down this lane together.
If I had thought that I was going to get lost I would have believed that the cause would have been the flooding crowds blocking my vision. Unexpectedly I heard a voice call out, calling my name. Subsequently I had an epiphany: I had walked through a portal when entering this lane and now I was invisible and trapped, perhaps forever.
Thursday 25th of April 1943: it was the peak of World War Two . London was being bombed severely . Mr and Mrs Harper lived in George’s Street . They were very patriotic. Mr Harper served in WW1 . Now he was too old to fight . It was a normal night but suddenly the claxons sounded .
The two rushed out into the street going to the nearest air raid bunker . Boom boom they kept running and running through the streets of London . The lights were shutting off, they didn’t see anything. BOOM! A bomb landed next to them, killing the two instantly . Now people claim to see their ghosts floating around the WW2 memorial in London.
Hi I live in Ghost town. Some people think it’s cool that I’m a ghost but really it’s not. I hate being a ghost. Every time I go to school most people just run away.I only have 5 friends. Their names are Callum, Nathan, Kris, Dominic and Paddy. We are the troublesome 6 .It’s cool that I can go through walls. I can go through anything but paint. I hate paint.On September the 21st I got spattered by the troublesome twins Michael and Charlie. They could see me doing stuff like spray painting the teacher’s car. I was in so much trouble. Nooooooooooooooo!
We are 6th Class boys in
St Colman’s BNS – Cork – Ireland.
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