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Voices by Violet
Sometimes I hear voices… Not the chatting over a cup of tea kind, but a long groaning sound that makes no sense at all. I wonder if it’s just my mind playing tricks on me; then I sense a coldness writhing in and out of my brain and it all becomes too much. That’s when I freeze; I stand there not able to move. It seems as though every part of my body from the tip of my blistered pussy-toes to the split ends of my hair…Stop. I think I’m going crazy locked up indoors all day, hoping soon all of this will just go away and I’ll be able to live a normal, happy life.
I’m too young and helpless. I’m not accepted at school. Why did fate choose me? How cruel they are. I have been experimented, tested and basically anything and everything done to me. From little things like taking a strand of my hair for DNA testing, to flipping me inside out, My heart-beat studied, to gallons of blood slowly sucked out of my body.
The weird thing is… There’s nothing wrong.
I’m supposed to sleep without disruption at nights. I’m supposed to communicate with other people. I’m supposed to feel safe when I’m home. But…I don’t. Until something weird happened.
I was up in my room trying to block everything going on by listening to loud music when…there was a knock at the door. As I tip-toed down the stairs in my PJs., I looked out of the window. There was a figure (looked like a he) mostly dressed in black. Their hair was strands of flowing snakes in the wind and rain. They had a very unique style waistcoat that looked like it had been worn for centuries. But the thing that I could never find the answer to, is that they wore peculiar rings on every finger; they weren’t ordinary rings but with a rock inside that seemed to have a force running through it that wasn’t from here. The rings were worn on almost every finger except one. His left thumb.
My heart was beating in my head so loudly that I thought I might become deaf. As I timidly opened the door, there they were with what looked like a large parcel. It seemed as though they weren’t bothered by the near thunderstorm outside. I said hello but they said nothing back. I even asked them if they wanted to come in but they just stood still in the pouring rain not saying a word. Until they forced the parcel into my hands and said, “Hello dear Skye, until we meet again,” then walked off. I looked at the soggy parcel in my hands. The writing on the front in a rather scratchy fashion spelling out my name.
A porcelain finger pierced through the side…
Lola The Lonely Witch by Lauren
Clink, clank was the sound of Lola’s purple boots stomping around above, searching for us.
“Lily, David, where are you?” called Lola from above.
Underneath the floor bards we were hiding. My heart was racing rapidly. Every time I breathed it sounded like a lion roaring; all we hoped was that she wouldn’t find us. My mum and sister had been captured just a few hours before, so the villagers told us.
At least, we heard the front door. She’d left (I think). My dad breathed a sigh of relief and slowly opened the trap door.
“Wait there,” he whispered. “Let me check it’s safe.” He climbed the steps and cautiously got out.
I waited, hoping that any second he would be back. Suddenly, the trapdoor opened. A shiver ran through my spine. Was it Lola? Then I realised it was Dad. I ran up the stairs and wrapped my arms around him: I was safe.
“What are we going to do now?” I asked.
“I’m going to save your mum and sister.”
“Great. I’m coming.”
“No, you’re staying here!” He began to walk out of the door. I defiantly followed him. “I’m coming, too!”
“Fine,” he replied.
“You can’t stop me. Wait, did you say fine?” We began to walk towards Lola’s house quickly but sneakily as we didn’t want to get caught.
Then we arrived. Her house was small. A bit crooked, funny looking. On the side of the house was a broom holder and above it read, ‘LOLA’S PARKING. ANYONE ELSE FOUND USING IT WILL BE TOAD!” There was no time for jokes, though. We had to get in, somehow.
“There’s an open window. We can get through there,” I whispered.
“OK, let me give you a boost,” Dad replied. I stood on his hands and climbed through the window. Dad followed me; we were in a dark, gloomy room full of cobwebs. I was scared but I didn’t dare show it. Suddenly, we heard a shout. “Daddy! Daddy! You’re here!” It was Sophie. She ran towards us and gave us a big hug. Then I saw Lola and wanted to run.
“Where are you going?” said Lola.
“W..w we’re just leaving?” I stuttered.
“No. Please don’t go. I’m sorry if I scared you. I just wanted some friends.”
“She’s really nice,” said Sophie skipping. “We’re staying for supper.”
“Then why did she kidnap you and Mum and then come looking for us?” I asked.
“She didn’t. We just met her in the market and she asked if we would like to have supper with her. Everyone just assumed that she had taken us because she is a witch. Lola isn’t bad. She’s a little nutty but not bad,” said Sophie. “And she came looking for you because we wanted you to come and join us.”
“I’m sorry Lola. I didn’t realise. I feel so guilty,” I said.
“That’s OK. I’m used to it.”
We then all ha supper together and were friends from then on.