Examples of students' work
Emma French, 3rd March 2006
crept silently and unsteadily into the house; it was very late and she
hoped her mum wouldn't hear her. All the rooms were silent and she made
it to her room, unnoticed. 'It's Janie's fault,' she told herself
angrily, 'it was her party!'
She was so
tired and drunk from the cider she had downed earlier that night that
she didn't notice the other shadows on the wall as well as her own. Nor
did she notice the man standing behind her. She was about to lie down,
fully dressed, on her bed when the sack plummeted downwards over her
Rhiannon's mother, had been so exhausted herself after working long
shifts at her take-away that she didn't remember that Rhiannon had left
for a party she'd forbidden her to go to. But, like she always did on a
morning, she went into her daughter's room to say good morning.
bedroom window was open, purple curtains floating in the spring breeze,
and the bedraggled cluttered pink carpet was covered in strange
randomly placed black stains, the sign of a struggle. There was no
Anne panicked, her daughter was nowhere, and she was only 15! She checked
everywhere in the house, even the serving area where Rhiannon said she
would never be seen dead in, before running back up to her missing
daughter's room. On the floor there was a note, on stained tattered
parchment. Anne-Marie picked it up and started to read...
gone. You took our children back then and now we take yours. You now
know how we feel; I hope you are miserable for the rest of your pitiful
Go to hell,
Anne did not recognize the name the note was signed with, but she got the gist of the letter, and gasped in pure horror,
Rhiannon had been kidnapped.
was lolling about on the sofa, checking his bids on 'EBay' from his
laptop. His organ harvesting business was going down the drain, also
his fridge was filling up with blood and other debris. The T.V. was on
but he wasn't watching it, as a very boring documentary was coming on
about how to paint ducks by Simon Pullman.
a very sharp thud was heard, and almost straight after that a very loud
hammering sounded this disturbed him greatly. He had not made any
'Dates' recently and not many visitors came at 11 o'clock at night. Yet
his gruesome mind got the better of him. "Yes!" he thought, "More stock
for me!" He jumped up and made his way to the door. It opened and there
stood two stubby policemen. Alexander reeled back in shock.
"Err, yes my fine gentlemen" he stuttered "How may I help you?" They were oblivious of the panic in his voice.
"Is this the residence of Mr Alexander Graham Fistlemire Pearson?" they
inquired, their dark eyes piercing the darkness and their sinister
figures blocking the only remaining light from the street lamp outside.
"Yes" He replied, his eyes darting from one policeman to the other.
Taking in their appearance and the approximate size of their kidneys,
as that was the in thing those days!
"We have some important business with him; please alert him to our
presence." And with that they walked inside. They did not note the evil
grin plastered on Alexander's face or the rapidly growing stench
wafting in from the over-stuffed fridge.
Alexander strolled towards them and said, "While you're waiting for Mr Pearson would you like some sort of refreshment?"
"Yes thank you," they answered together "That's very kind of you."
walked into the kitchen, trying his best not to puke at the smell.
Bending far back into the cupboard he took out a small bottle of
sleeping dust. Then he took out a packet of biscuits and some milk. He
sprinkled some dust onto the biscuits and took them into the sitting
room. He laid them on the table and went back for the glasses of milk.
When he finally came out of the kitchen balancing a jug and two glasses
of milk, he found that the biscuits lay untouched. Frowning he set the
milk on the table as well "Is anything the matter gentlemen'?" he
enquired, hoping that they hadn't sensed the disgusting odour drifting
through the air from the kitchen.
"No, no!" they replied.”
Nothing’s wrong. I just wanted to know what type of biscuits these
were. I didn't recognise the smell."
Alexander rolled his eyes towards the ceiling. "I wonder why... Well, help yourself gentlemen!"
Slowly they both picked up a biscuit. Steadily they both began to chomp
away. Their heads began to sway. One of the policemen clutched his
stomach All of a sudden they both dropped to the ground.
"And they're DOWN!" Alexander exclaimed. "And now for the kidneys." He
shouted out aloud whilst reaching down for his readily sharpened
incision knife, He kneeled down and began to cut. Blood spurted out of
one of the sleeping bodies. The kidneys were out and in a glass pickle
jar. He bent over the other body and slit open the head to remove the
brain. The policeman let out a slow moan; Then it was over.
By Amber Rizvi and Kloe Rich
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