May 2013

Here you’ll find our runners up for May 2013: The Chase. Congratulations to all!

The Monster by Caitlin, age 14 (246 words)

The scaly wings of the immortal beat slowly, sending  out wafts of ice cold air. His form was silhouetted against the full moon as his paced in the still night. The smooth, sharp tipped horns protruding from his head were startling white, in contrast with the rest of his body which was drenched in darkness.

He stopped and turned to face the only other living being in the gloomy clearing. The forest that surrounded them was dense, but silent, with no sounds of small animals or rustling birds. From the darkness, small glimmers of light could be seen as the moon reflected off the eyes of the creatures watching them with bated breath.

His face was illuminated in moonlight. He walked towards the lesser being who was knelt on the floor. His piercing black eyes stared down at the whimpering man, and a look of disgust was on his face. What a pitiful species they were, humans. It was hard to admit, but as the man had shown, they had similarities, the need for war and greed, but their cowardice and pity had made them inferior.

“You failed me.” His voice was loud and high, with a distinctive, snake-like hiss. The man below let out a wail and turned his head upwards so he was looking into the immortal’s face.

“I’ll do better next time, please.” The man’s voice broke as he was talking and the words he spoke were barely audible.

“You better, or else.”

Caitlin, age 14

The Monster by Emily, age 16 (245 words)

Sapphire blue scales in the shape of teardrops glittered in the setting sun. The scales overlapped each other, forming tough armour. He ran a fingertip over them, wincing as a sharp scale drew red liquid from the pad of a pale finger.

Sapphire blue wings folded gently over her back. They spread out as she stretched sleepily, the light shining through them revealing darker blue veins that spider webbed inside the wing. He smoothed a finger over them- gently this time- as he revelled in the soft, velvety texture.

Paws with four toes clenched and unclenched as she shifted about restlessly. He peered at them with a bright smile as he lifted one between his thumb and forefinger. Tiny sapphire scales adorned the bony paw snugly, shining like sequins. Sharp white claws dug into his skin as she clung to him.

Gleaming pearly spikes ran in sequence from the tip of her nose to the tip of her tail. They were small and needle like, just like her claws. He touched one with the tip of a finger gently; it was smooth like a polished jewel.

A tiny mouth opened in a yawn, revealing rows of miniscule teeth while a pink forked tongue flicked out testing the air. A puff of white smoke escaped her nostrils as she snorted softly.

He gently lifted his hand up to his face, she lay on his palm, tail curled around his fingers tightly.

His dragon, his mini monster.

Emily, age 16 

The Monster by Fiona, age 14 (247 words)

Jamie stared into the thing’s unblinking green eyes, heart thudding. He suddenly took off, running like the wind. The woods were thick and twisty, with tall redwood trees surrounding the thin, dirt path Jamie was sprinting down. He ran until he no longer could, and collapsed on the ground against a twisty tree trunk.

“Think, Jamie, think!” he said loudly. His brain struggled to remember everything his grandfather had told him about the scaly monster that lived in the nearby woods.

Jamie and his grandfather were among the few locals who believed the old legend that surrounded the small village. “It’s true, Jamie, I’m sure of it,” Abe would tell his grandson at any opportunity possible. “One day, we’ll go and look for it, I promise.”

Years later, as Jamie sat panting against the tree, he wished his grandfather could be there with him. He could imagine the excited look on his face and the twinkle in his eye as he faced the terrifying monster.

“Stop it,” he told himself firmly. He couldn’t be distracted now! With a jolt of terror, Jamie heard a crunching noise, the unmistakable sound of someone, or something, approaching him.

A scaly tail whooshed in front of him, and Jamie yelped in fright. He scrambled to his feet immediately, but the monster was too quick. It had already smelt its prey. As the huge, green monster approached him, the ground spun and Jamie lost consciousness, hitting the forest floor with a thud.

Fiona, age 14

The Monster by Olivia, age 14 (240 words)

Packing up, moving on. Memories in boxes. Cherished treasures, waiting to be unearthed.

A stray book drops to the floor and I stop to pick it up. My favourite picture book, tattered, dog-eared and faded.

Forty years may have passed but I still remember how my mum would read it to me every night before bed. It was our special time. Then when the book was closed, Mum would tuck me in tightly up to my nose so that only my eyes were visible above the pale blue blankets. She would take her feather duster -The Beast Buster- and sweep it around the room, spiriting away any ghosts or ghouls that may have been lurking under a young boy’s bed. But they were all in my mind.

Gruesome gremlins, one-eyed ogres, many-headed monsters, mischief -making trolls, vampires with voracious appetites waiting impatiently at the windows. She literally gave them all the ‘brush-off’, fearlessly banishing these phoney phantoms with a few flourishing flicks of her feather duster. And then with a smile she would sweep towards the light switch and I knew that -tucked up in bed- I was safe and secure.

But as my mother left the room, the hallway light would catch the yellowing bruises on her cheek and I knew that, while she may have been able to shake off the menacing monsters skulking in my bedroom, no ‘magic’ duster could banish the beast who was waiting downstairs…

Olivia, age 14 

The Monster by Gina, age 13 (247 words)

“Already?” Jenna scratched her wrist nervously.

“Yes.” Her mother let her pass through the door.

The crowds ceased their noise, the flags drooping as Jenna looked up. Directing her gaze ahead, past the crowds, she saw her chosen Monster.

It was a ragged, night black wolf, massive and snarling terrifyingly at her. She knew if she could defeat it, she could own this amazing creature.

She sidestepped slightly. The Monster didn’t hesitate, barrelling at her, spit flying from its bared fangs.

She rolled out of the way, dodging the fangs. She felt the hot liquid before she felt the pain, as it caught her with its claws.

She spun and landed a kick to its chin. It roared in anger and came at her again.

As it relied on brute strength alone, she slid under the Monster’s belly, punching its stomach. It howled and tried to get to her as she escaped from its grasp. Heart beating fast, the crowds blurring into oblivion, she could win this Monster.

While it was distracted, she leapt on it, clawing it’s face. Ignoring it’s shrieks, she heartlessly winded it with a kick, gritting her teeth as it sank to the floor. Amazed it hadn’t killed her, she beat it’s head on the ground, until it’s eyes closed.

Jenna leapt up and glanced at the Monster, feeling the warm feeling of pride spread around. The beast was hers now, her protector and companion. And she loved every bit of her Monster.

Gina, age 13

The Monster by Jacob, age 13 (247 words)

It was a beautiful night. Pale shafts of ambient moonlight streamed down onto the streets, brushing against Jack’s face – dappling his skin in an eerie silver-blue glow. Smoky fingers curled out of the many chimneys, reaching longingly for the heavens. A slender boy of nine years danced down an alley shrouded in shadows.

“Free at last,” sang the chimney-sweep in a high innocent voice, brimming with the joys of childhood he’d been denied. “No more shinning up chimneys!”

But thoughts of home and hearth were shattered abruptly, the air turning cold and the winds rising. Footsteps resounded through the darkness and a corpse stepped out.

A rusted cleaver, a broad talon of cold iron, was held loosely in his right hand – the sleeve of which was drenched in blood. Jack gasped and flailed madly, falling hard onto his behind. The dead man shuffled forward, allowing him to take a good look at its face for the first time.

What remained of his skin had festered. His eyes were dull blue chips of dirty ice that stared blankly at Jack, not a trace of emotion in them. Underneath the ruin of a swollen and twisted nose lay a thick wiry beard, coarse black hair that almost succeeded in hiding the strange small mouth nestled in the middle of it all. The mouth opened, displaying an impressive amount of splintered yellow teeth.  A clacking sound came whistling out, and Jack realized with horror that the corpse was laughing

Jacob, age 13

The Monster by Lauren, age 14 (247 words)

I look at these monsters and wonder how they see me. The way I observe them is a skeleton covered with skin and hair. But I see me as perfectly normal. Walking around the streets people always run away from me or scream, sometimes both. Most individuals would be hurt by that, but not me, because I would do the same thing – if I could run and scream – but I have no voice and I can’t run since I have no legs.

My plan one day is to work out these strange creatures; I try to listen to their words and work out their writing, but I can only pick out the odd word here and there. However I will never stop trying, so one day I will know why these monsters hate me.

All my family think it is because of our tentacles, four eyes and multiple fingers. But my friends think it is because of our vivid purple skin colour. To be honest, I can’t see anything wrong with us. It’s them that’s the problem, with their pairs of arms, legs and eyes.

We have a special Lord we go to, to find out about these things, and he has given us information such as their species name: Humans or Man. Also we know they have populated a whole planet with the help of machines and money.

These monster humans sound ghastly so I am glad they run away from us harmless Hungles.

Lauren, age 14

The Monster by Mansi, age 12 (247 words)

I am running from all I once knew. I can not shake the awful images from my head. My mother dropped the plate she was carrying. It shattered as it struck the floor. She was stuttering, a horrible, awful sound, her eyes as wide as saucers. “D-Dean?” she asked. I was Changing and could not reply to her. “DEAN!” she screamed and threw the glass beside her. It struck my skin, drawing unnaturally red blood. “What have you done with my son?” she whispered.

“I am your son,” I tried to say, but the words got caught on my teeth.

My mum’s eyes hardened. “You are no son of mine. You are some sort of…of… Monster!”She shouted and, shut her eyes, muttering something under her breath. It took me a second to realise she was praying. “Get out.” she whispered.

“Mum…”

“GET OUT, YOU MONSTER!”

Head hung in shame I left. Left her thinking I was some sort of monster. Maybe I was. As I walked out of my small village, an outcast, I heard the whispers. “Freak!” someone shouted.

I am now alone in the forest as the full Change takes over me. I writhe in agony as my skin Changes, as my face Changes, as my heart Changes. I open my eyes. They are no longer gentle hazel colour. Instead they are fully black. I am going back to the place where I was shunned. And I shall no longer be.

I am a monster.

Mansi, age 12

 The Monster by Nathanael, age 14 (243 words)

“We have to get out of here!” Mr. Fitz yelled.

“We can’t leave him!” Daisy glanced at the fluffy blue giant which was crawling towards them; his beady black eyes were like pits of sadness.

“Daisy, listen to me! We have to leave now, the tunnel is going to collapse!” Mr. Fitz grabbed Daisy’s arm.

Daisy was dragged through the tunnel: her screams, punches and scratches could not help her. The cold wails of the giant boomed down the tunnel and as the sound pierced through Daisy’s ears she screamed in pain. The wails were full of emotion that no innocent man or giant should experience. “Why?” Daisy cried.

“Daisy, our lives are too important to take risks! We have to sacrifice things for the better and that monster doesn’t understand! We, mankind, are greater than any being, remember that,” Mr. Fitz reached the exit of the tunnel and eased his grip on Daisy.

“You consider yourself more valuable than that innocent giant? You’re nothing more than a greedy, heartless man to have the audacity to abandon him in order to save yourself!” Daisy began to stumble back into the tunnel.

“He’s a monster!” Mr. Fitz grabbed Daisy’s arm in anger.

“He’s not a monster!” Daisy yelled and broke free from Mr. Fitz’s clutches. As she ran through the tunnel the entrance collapsed. “I’m going to find him, and we’re both going to make it, I will never be part of your mankind.”

Nathanael, age 14

The Monster by Gemma, age 13 (246 words)

Mommy said they didn’t exist. They weren’t real, they didn’t have blood red eyes that pierced your soul. Or a smile evil enough to paralyse. They didn’t hide under your bed or in your cupboards. They never came back from the dead, haunt you or torment you endlessly day and night. They aren’t able to sneak into your dreams and make you whimper late into the night or make you scared of your own shadow.

My room looked like a graveyard, shadows crept around the room mocking me. Mommy said I shouldn’t be scared, they were just in my head. The door screeched in the darkness. My whole body tensed up. I tried to call out but my voice came out in barely a whisper. Tears built up, slowly gathering like the strangers around my room.

I pulled the covers all around my minuscule body. Terror pulsed through me. My eyes where welded shut, I was beyond petrified. A draft whipped through the room then a hand grabbed me. A whimper escaped. I opened my tearful eyes. He was here.

Mommy was wrong. They did exist, they weren’t just in my head. I know this now because it stood there towering over me and I was petrified. I did now the only thing I could think of I yelled for my mommy.  His hand cupped over my mouth and nose. I barely heard my mom get up. By then it was too late, he took me.

Gemma, age 13

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