'Dangle'
by Hannah Roberts, Mr Greenway's Literacy Class. The children were given 45 minutes to write a piece of narrative with as much description as possible.
While the smoke gushed from the vast factory chimneys, the bitter wind tickled my face. I walked passed the old withering trees trudging through the snow with a crunch on every step. An enormous white filed stood between me and the factory but as I headed towards the field I noticed a blood red rope. Confusion showing on my face, I headed towards it in curiosity. The rope reached high up into the sky, no end could be seen. I pushed it. Nothing happened. Maybe another flick might do it. The rope swung back and forth then suddenly stopping. I pulled it yanking as hard as I ever had.
It began to swing rapidly, trying to push me over. It swung further back and forth, it’s power getting greater and greater. I fell to the ground with a thump. The cold snow hit my head sending a shock to my brain. I had underestimated the rope. I got to my feet and stepped back from it in regret. Should I push it or run? Both. I gave the rope a pull then a flick then ran. I sprinted across the field sending the snow out of my way and stumbling over little bumps or molehills hiding in the snow. Boing, boing, boing. A gigantic box held together with a yellow ribbon jumped out from the sky. I poked the ribbon, it turned to ashes all that was left was a little pile of sulphur. The lid popped off as a stronger than any machine wind pulled me into the box. Inside was a small box perched beside me. On the top it read ‘Elasion box’. “What, could the legend be true. I can’t open it a terrible curse will kill me what will I do?”
“Aw that hurt!!” I shouted. An apple had landed on my head just before it bounced of the box unhitching the latch. “Bite the apple, bite it, bite it.” Something whispered. So I did. I don’t know why. I just did what they said. I bit into the apple with a sour bitter taste in my mouth. The lid swooped back on the box and the apple turned to ashes like the ribbon. “Help! Help! Somebody help!!” I shouted….. No response. I banged on the side of the box. “Don’t try and lift the lid”. There was that voice again. I punched the lid nothing.
“Somebody help me!” I shouted (just in case some one had come along.) I must, must, must get out I thought. My heart was beating like a cheetah. My mind was a bomb ready to blow any second. I gave a final punch of the box. Result, one of the sides fell down. I grabbed the Elasion box and ran, I ran as fast as the wind. The rope got sucked up into the sky. The two boxes swirled up into the sky leaving me alone in the field once again, however the ashes from the ribbon and apple had turned back into their original form and lay in the middle of the field. “I’ve had enough of you too” I said as I walked away from the scene casually.
What will happen next?