The Phantom My parents told me it was time for bed, so I begrudgingly trudged up the stairs. I took one look outside my window and I saw the shadows move. I looked closer and another movement became apparent. I was too tired to think about it now, so I crawled into my warm, comfortable bed an closed my eyes. My dreams were disturbed, blurry images of distant worries. I awoke in the morning, feeling unrefreshed. I had forgotten about what had happened last night, by the time I had returned home from school. I looked out the window and the same movement occurred. I tried to figure out what it was but I had no idea. So, I just went to bed. In the middle of the night, my door creaked open, a wisp of wind came whistling through the room. I felt a cold hand over my mouth and then a piece of material. I tried screaming, but it was too late; my hands were tied behind my back. I was taken prisoner, a captive. I was taken into a black van. After a long journey, I was taken out of the van and pulled into a clearing in the woods. I felt a warm, tingling sensation. Something slid inside my mind. The being pulled a gun from a sack. I had no control over my own actions- or any of my mind, for that matter. It was too late. I, unintentionally, pulled the gun to my head and pulled the trigger. A loud bang emanated from above my head. I felt the cold cascading effect of blood dripping down my frozen face. Then, it all went black. I sensed that the phantom that had invaded my body had departed to haunt other poor souls. I forgot about the past and looked forward to whatever future lay ahead. The End By Eve Dickinson

The Heartbreak My head filled with rage; I didn't know how long it was until I snapped. I was in the cafeteria at Quayton Secondary School, I tried to ignore all of the weird feelings that I was having. I knew it was irrational and irresponsible, but I couldn't help it. I was trying to eat my lunch and then she sat on the opposite table, I tried to contain myself- but my feeble attempts were in vain. I tried to stop staring at her but I couldn't help myself. In the end I just put down my lunch and slowly walked out of the dinner hall (looking back every single step I took.) I knew that it was stupid- she had a boyfriend and lots of other suiters- but I just couldn't stop thinking about her. Whenever she spoke my heart skipped a beat, whenever someone said her name my heart raced, whenever she looked at me my heart stopped for a few moments. I should have tried to stop my obsession right then and there, but I was too much of a coward. I knew it was wrong but I just kept on going and didn't leak a word to anyone apart from my immediate group of friends who already knew. Over the course of the next few weeks, I tried to forget about her, but it was too late. My heart was broken when she rejected me and said that she loved another. She told me to not be such a baby and to move on with my #life but that task was impossible. My heart was a ball and she suddenly caught it. She coloured inside the lines of my heart. It was like out of no-where a large wooden stake came flying towards me, it stuck in my heart - impossible to remove- and she was that wooden stake in my heart. She was stuck forever. The End By Eve Dickinson Note: Hey readers! Just thought I should tell you that this book is actually not even remotely related to my real #life. Thanks for reading. Also if you liked this story then you should read some of my others. Again, thanks for reading. Bye.

The Awakening A sculptor had set up a shop in a far away town called Quayton. In Quayton not many unusual or unnatural things happened. It was just a normal town in a normal countryside. It was a usual day in Quayton, the sculptor was busy creating works of art in his study, when suddenly, he vanished. In the study, a magical being appeared. It was red, with little black wings and it had two protruding horns growing out its forehead. However, it flew gracefully across the work bench and to the dark slate flooring. The work room was cluttered with sculpting tools and such like. But, in the corner of the large room was a cluster of sculptures that the sculptor hadn't put in his car for his sales yet. The cluster of sculptures contained: a lion, a wolverine, a bear, a tiger, a lynx, a fox, an otter, a horse, a snake, a bat and a wolf. The mysterious creature flew over to the sculptures and threw dust at them. They awoke one by one and as they came to their senses they asked the creature to explain who he was and what they were. Mephistopheles explained how he woke them up from their deep slumber. He told the sculptures of his plan to kill an angel. He told them to help him and as they had no principles, they said yes. The living sculptures were ready to strike. But the angel stopped them. She told them how the evil mephistopheles was sent to kill her by the devil and she finally convinced them to rebel and defy mephistopheles- there was to be a mutiny. The rebellion was to begin with the angel taunting mephistopheles and then the sculptures would fight him with a sneak attack. The plan worked and mephistopheles was sent plummeting down to the underworld. After the demon was gone, the angel told the animal statues of her gratitude towards them and that as a reward she would give them their freedom as normal animals and not statues. The animals accepted and thanked the good-hearted angel. The sculptor was given back to his home and forgot that he ever left. He continued his sculpting until he died at the age of 88 from natural causes. The End By Eve Dickinson

The Demon It was a normal school day at Quayton Primary School, it was at break and I wandered around the play ground, I was looking for some shade. I finally found some, but something lurched in the shadows, I panicked. Nothing had ever happened to me, like this. I tried to calm down and relax. I told myself that it was just my imagination and tried to forget about it. Later that day, I was still trying to shake the uneasy feeling that I was being watched. After the experience with the movement in the shadows, I didn't particularly want to go back outside but I knew that I had to because our school didn't have any computer suites free at break and lunch. This time, though, I had a plan. I knew what I had to do. I strode outside to the shadows were I was at break, I ran to the shade and heard a soft grunt. I tried to catch whatever was there but it was too fast. In the end, I gave up and went back to lessons. But lucky for me, the creature was curious about me. By the end of the day, I had forgotten all about the mysterious creature. The bell rang and I trudged slowly home, oblivious to the creature stalking me. I knew it was a mistake, but I went straight up to my room, put my headphones on and turned the volume up high. Every night was like this, I had the worst parents ever -apart from my biological father, whom I went to see every Friday night and I got back on the Saturday night. My mom and stepdad treated my brother and I very badly. I hated them. I heard a hiss reverberate round the room, I took off my headphones and scanned the room for intruders. None. I thought I might just be hearing things, as all I could hear was the cries of my baby brother and my big brother blowing his nose. Finally, I decided to put the headphones back on until a growl emanated from the closet. I opened the closet door. Nothing. I whispered "Hello? Is anyone there?" Just another growl. I shrugged and decided to go to bed. As I lay on the soft mattress, I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. After a while of the dreamless sleep. I awoke and then the dreams came. I was a unaware that I was sleep walking until too late. In the dream, I jumped out of my window and ran to the nearby woods, I heard wolves howling but I wasn't scared because it was a dream, or so I thought. When I woke up, I was in the middle of the woods and I heard a slight whisper, "Thank you." Fortunately, I knew the way home from the woods. I ambled along the concrete path towards home, I climbed up the large oak tree next to my house and climbed through the window and drifted back to sleep. The End By Eve Dickinson

Why? Imagine you are floating, floating, floating. You are weightless. Floating in the air. Now imagine you are spiralling down, slowly down. Down, down, down. Still down, down, down. Down into Earths past, slowly, slowly. You have now ended your journey and you are now watching a tribe of people from earths past. They can't see you, you just watch as the story unfolds. Now let us begin. The clan sat down on wooden seats around a large log fire in the late evening. The leader started telling the rest of the tribe a story. Let's listen to what he said. The leader starts his story. 'Deep in the forest, a she-wolf and her litter of two roamed the woods. Whilst on their walk, the cubs asked some questions. "Why are the leaves green?" One asked. The mother replied,"Because that's how they were made." "Why are is the sky blue?" "Because that's how we see it." "Why is the sun gold?" "Because of the golden rays. Come on let's go back to the den." When they got back to the den the#moonwas full and the wolves went up to the big rock-that they called pride rock- and filled their chests full of air and howled. Awwwooooowww. They howled till their lungs had no air left. After the howl, the cubs started asking more questions. "Why do the stars twinkle?" "Why do wolves howl at the#moonand night sky?" Again and again the mother answered the questions of the curious cubs. But finally, it was bed time for the young cubs. So the she-wolf said one more question and both the young cubs said no. "No more questions." The she-wolf was puzzled. "Why?" She asked. "I thought that you had lots more questions." The cubs simply yawned and said "All we need to know is that we love you and you love us." The she-wolf then said "Then that's all I need to know too, then." ' Then the clan slowly went to their tents. The End. By Eve Dickinson