In Year 6, we have been writing descriptive stories based on stepping through a door.
Where that door leads, what is behind it and why we are going inside is all up to our Year 6 writers… some stories are scary, some are full of wonder, some are just plain bizarre!
Here’s an extract from Abbie T and Hayley F-R’s work from Mr Thorns’ English class… we hope you enjoy it! Leave a comment below if you like what you read!
“I walked up a crooked path. I stopped. As black as night, the deserted house stood majestically over me. I coughed. I shivered. I walked a bit closer, I saw sharp eyes watch me from around dark corners. The gargoyles looked as though they were moving. I knew the creatures and monsters of the night smelt my fear as I creaked open the door…
As my torch glowed like fire, the shimmering, shining moonlight shone through the clouds, straight through the window and into my eyes and the black wall stood behind me. I could just about make out glum shadows in the cruel darkness that surrounded me. Suddenly, the door slammed shut. I coughed as I inhaled the crusty, dusty, stale air. Then I saw something move. I panicked. I wondered at the things it might be… a zombie? A monster? A mystical beast beyond creation coming to feast on my soul? I shone my torch at it but it was just a hoover, knocked over by a rat. I sighed with relief.
I had had enough. It smelt disgusting. I edged towards the door when a cold white hand lay on my shoulder. The hand lay there. I dared not move. I swung around… the hand was gone… only leaving a trail of white powder on the floor. I darted out slamming the door behind me.
I had learned a lot that day and now I was aware of all the dangers and mysteries behind the old, deserted door. I would never step foot near that smashed, bug infested house with the tree like a skeleton hand again. Unfortunately my memory is washed out except for these words I have written, while the house will stand once again to catch it’s prey……………………….” By Abbie T (T6)
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“Hayley stepped up to the old stone door. The lightning streaked across the trees. Hayley barely touched the door when it swiftly opened with a loud creek. Inside the tunnel was the sound of the “drip drop drip drop” of leaky pipes and fog seemed to hang in the air. Hayley sensed something or someone behind her. Terrified, she carried on to see where this tunnel ended. She could see the tiniest peep of light at the end of the tunnel but she seemed miles away… and was not getting there any time soon…
Hayley stumbled across the wet floor with the fog stinging her eyes. She inhaled the musty air, which made her feel clogged up – like her chest was enclosing in on her. In the distance, she could hear a faint whisper of someone calling her name. A little further and she stopped…
In the corner of her eye, she noticed a side path into what she thought was another dimension. She turned and instantly stepped closer. On the walls of the death room, were torn wrecked family pictures. One was of a person wearing a black cloak covering their body and face. Despite this, the eyes seemed to follow her around the room. As she stepped closer to the picture she heard the splash.
Hayley looked down slowly. At her feet was blood, as cold as stone. It looked like a gory lake of doom…………” By Hayley F-R (T6)