Key Stage 4

Writing to entertain, imagine and describe.

By Solomon

“Mr Wells wait for a minute I can’t breathe. Mr Wells! Wells where are you?”

It was another one of Wells’ crazy schemes to scare me. Climbing Mount Everest on a school trip! Well it won’t work, stupid teachers, think they’re smart and funny. Westbury humph!

I took out my oxygen mask and put it on, I felt a bit better. I decided to venture back down Mount Everest to Base Camp, slowly and carefully. I looked up and I could see the clouds and water-vapour coming down on me covering me like a cold, damp and white blanket. It was like no fog I’d ever seen. It smelt of burning food on a barbeque.

I lost by bearings but I must’ve been about half way down the mountain. The fog or whatever it was cleared.

Through the gloom I could see large sticky looking cobwebs, hanging silently from the crooked trees, which stood there blocking out the moonlight. Where the hell am I? “Wellsy! Wellsy! Where are you? Game’s over. Stop messing about!”

The moon was shining brightly upon the tree tops, giving them an eerie green glow. The smell had become dirty, rotten, sewage. It lingered in my nose. The stormy purple sky, broken by the grey clouds, pouring with rain or acid rain was burning into everything it touched. It lashed down obscuring, this thing, which I hoped to be a pathway. All the animals ran for cover away from the freezing cold, acidic, rain, the smell of burning bodies was horrific, unbearably blocking up my long pointy nose. I ran to base camp and my tent, covering my nose to stop the smell from getting to me.

It was like a rush of madness, all the crazy looking animals stampeding and crying out for help. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of something flashing dimly in the distance as if it were a warning. Morse code or something. I made toward it to satisfy my curiosity as I slowly approached the outline of a building became clearer. It was actually a hut, a very large and very stable looking hut. I thought I was hallucinating about the smell of good food and civilisation but then it went quiet.

I stood still and listened. I could swear I felt something touch me. A warm glow washed over me. It sent shivers down my spine. I looked around. Nothing there. At the corner of my eye I saw the grass parting. It was as if something had or was walking across it. I was hoping it was just a hallucination, caused by my tired mind. I ventured deeper into the forest. There was a rustling and a scuffling behind me. Each time, I glanced over my shoulder. Nothing’s there. I suddenly heard a twig snap.

“Come on Wells! Its not funny any more. I don’t know how you are doing it but let’s go and have a cup of tea.”

No answer. I could hear somebody in the distance laughing like an out of control machine gun. It’s got to be Wellsy.

I followed the sound of the laughter. Suddenly I saw not only Wellsy, but all the rest of guys. They were just sitting there as if nothing had happened. I ran over to Wellsy and shouted at him.

“What you playing at? You’re too old to be playing these games!”

It was as if he couldn’t see me. They all ignored me! My heart started racing. I had to do something. I stormed back into the trees, a bit more swiftly. Stupid Teachers! Think they’re smart and funny. Zigging and zagging in and out the trees. I could hear something grunting and panting as it struggled to stay with me. I started jogging. Then running. I knew I was lost. I kept running anyway. Faster and faster I ran. Catching my clothes on the brambles. Being swiped in the face by branches. My heart now pounding. I ducked behind a tree. Breathing heavily I caught my breath and sat down. I could feel hot breath on my neck. I knew it could taste my fear. I slowly poked my head round the tree. I quickly put my head back behind the tree. I didn’t really get to see it. I started moving again. I tripped over landing face first on the ice cold, damp, muddy forest floor. It hovered above me then………

It was at least 50ft tall, with long thick fur. It was disgusting. It looked as though it had been rolling around on the ground for days, really dirty and smelly.

Then, it roared this feeble scrawny roar that sounded like it turned into a cough. I slowly crawled behind a tree as it choked, watching it carefully as I went along. Then I saw glimpse of its eyes, there was some familiar about them. It started looking around for me as though it couldn’t see properly. It caught its head on a branch and the furry head was pulled off .

Then I heard all the lads moaning. Wellsy came out of the bush, laughing his head off. The other lads were shouting at Clarky.

Jacob shouted “You ruined it Clarky!”

I saw the funny side and started to giggle. I punched Wellsy on the arm.

“Good one Sir. You had me going there! How did you turn the ice mountain into a forest?”

“What? I think you’ve had a bang on the head, kid! Nothing to do with me.”