Writing Challenge - Day 6
To all who are reading this,
Day six on the ELEMENTAL challenge. A little background information about this piece is that it began life as a comedic piece that I started writing on my phone in the Co-Op, but somehow it changed and became... Well, what you have before your eyes.
And don't forget, if you have any questions about my works or anything of the sort, please don't hesitate to get in touch! You can always post a comment below!
So... here's the sixth story.
Yours, with eternal ink,
Zoe
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ELEMENTAL WRITING CHALLENGEDAY 6. - LIGHT
Holly had heard the noise for the third night in a row, when she decided to investigate. Armed with her dads heavy duty fishing torch, and her brother Phillip's baseball bat, she thought she looked rather intimidating. The hallway of the new house was cold and for once, she wished she wore more to bed. The air wound around her bare legs, creeping up towards the oversized men's shirts she wore for comfort. Resisting the urge to shiver, she crept past Phillip's room, where she could hear him playing his latest video game. All was quiet in the bathroom. Finally, she paused at the top of the stairs, and swung the torch so the beam of light surrounded her. At the far end of the hall, the soft noise of a television filtered through the crack between floor and door of her parents bedroom. If everybody was in their beds, then what was making those noises? Down the stairs Holly went, the torch flickering across the framed photographs of the family and the avant-garde art prints her mother collected. The noises were steadily getting louder. It was like the clinking of a chain, the rustle of old fashioned materials. Stood in the doorway to the kitchen, the noises were the loudest. Holly took a deep breath and moved forwards slightly, careful not to make the floorboards creak. "What are you doing in my house, you ghosty bastard?" Holly sprung forth into the kitchen, bat raised, torch light shining on... "Mum?" Andrea Jackson stood at the breakfast bar, knife raised. Holly was puzzled as she watched her mother butter slices of bread, and layer meat, cheese and salad on the top. "Mum?" She tried again but there was no answer. As she shone the torchlight onto her mother's features, she could see that her eyes were closed. Andrea didn't respond to the bright invasion, and Holly finally propped the bat by the door, feeling foolish. Aiming the torchlight onto the floor, she took a step into the kitchen. Her mother didn't notice - she just continued to slice cucumber. The noises. They were her. She was a sleep walker, and Holly had almost woken her. That could have damaged her! Silently, Holly watched in awe as her mother finished making sandwiches. She put them in food wraps and stored them in the fridge before beginning to clean away the mess she had made. When Andrea was done, she passed right by Holly, so close that their arms brushed. Thinking on her feet, Holly shone the torchlight on the stairs, and followed her mother back up, full of fear that she might fall at any minute. At the top of the stairs, Holly stopped. She watched as her mother stepped through the bedroom door, that her father held open for her. He caught Holly's eye. "Thanks love." He smiled.THE END© Copyright - Zoe Adams (2013)Currently reading: Underworld by Meg Cabot
Day six on the ELEMENTAL challenge. A little background information about this piece is that it began life as a comedic piece that I started writing on my phone in the Co-Op, but somehow it changed and became... Well, what you have before your eyes.
And don't forget, if you have any questions about my works or anything of the sort, please don't hesitate to get in touch! You can always post a comment below!
So... here's the sixth story.
Yours, with eternal ink,
Zoe
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ELEMENTAL WRITING CHALLENGEDAY 6. - LIGHT
Holly had heard the noise for the third night in a row, when she decided to investigate. Armed with her dads heavy duty fishing torch, and her brother Phillip's baseball bat, she thought she looked rather intimidating. The hallway of the new house was cold and for once, she wished she wore more to bed. The air wound around her bare legs, creeping up towards the oversized men's shirts she wore for comfort. Resisting the urge to shiver, she crept past Phillip's room, where she could hear him playing his latest video game. All was quiet in the bathroom. Finally, she paused at the top of the stairs, and swung the torch so the beam of light surrounded her. At the far end of the hall, the soft noise of a television filtered through the crack between floor and door of her parents bedroom. If everybody was in their beds, then what was making those noises? Down the stairs Holly went, the torch flickering across the framed photographs of the family and the avant-garde art prints her mother collected. The noises were steadily getting louder. It was like the clinking of a chain, the rustle of old fashioned materials. Stood in the doorway to the kitchen, the noises were the loudest. Holly took a deep breath and moved forwards slightly, careful not to make the floorboards creak. "What are you doing in my house, you ghosty bastard?" Holly sprung forth into the kitchen, bat raised, torch light shining on... "Mum?" Andrea Jackson stood at the breakfast bar, knife raised. Holly was puzzled as she watched her mother butter slices of bread, and layer meat, cheese and salad on the top. "Mum?" She tried again but there was no answer. As she shone the torchlight onto her mother's features, she could see that her eyes were closed. Andrea didn't respond to the bright invasion, and Holly finally propped the bat by the door, feeling foolish. Aiming the torchlight onto the floor, she took a step into the kitchen. Her mother didn't notice - she just continued to slice cucumber. The noises. They were her. She was a sleep walker, and Holly had almost woken her. That could have damaged her! Silently, Holly watched in awe as her mother finished making sandwiches. She put them in food wraps and stored them in the fridge before beginning to clean away the mess she had made. When Andrea was done, she passed right by Holly, so close that their arms brushed. Thinking on her feet, Holly shone the torchlight on the stairs, and followed her mother back up, full of fear that she might fall at any minute. At the top of the stairs, Holly stopped. She watched as her mother stepped through the bedroom door, that her father held open for her. He caught Holly's eye. "Thanks love." He smiled.THE END© Copyright - Zoe Adams (2013)Currently reading: Underworld by Meg Cabot
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