Creative WRiting Term 2

31/5/2016

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31/5/2016 12:21:17 pm

The KINGS have been delivering frail, malnourished but yet alive infants to the door steps of this gilded county for 3-4 weeks now . The tortuous sounds of the babies screaming for mercy every time I sleep. No countries will help us not even our beloveded state Tasmania will help their main lands. The KINGS is an gangster clan that went moonstruck 2 month ago. First the KINGS stole innocent children. If the 5-10 year olds did not do as told the KINGS would execute the unsuspected families.

My husband Matt and I created a small hiding place in our thunder cela ( a thunder cela is a cela that you go to when a vast storm occurs) the families of the stolen children are still devastated from their loss even though it was a month ago. Matt and I need to concentrate on helping our community, but the only thing pounding through my mind is our darling 6 year old daughter Zoe, Zoe please be ok. Matt. I don't know if he still cares for her, he never talks about her anymore. The silent screams at dinner make it even more unbarable. I wish that reality would just go back to normal. A reality that i dont have 8 children Berry, Sunny,Tassy Kally, Bolt, Sean, Tamsin and Kain, and a reality that Zoe is living with us and that she is definitely safe.

People say that the RANGERS are daft things and should be kill or be abandoned but i think there is something special about them, the RANGERS might just be the key to finding the stolen children.

Ellie

31/5/2016 12:31:39 pm

“I was sitting on the couch, halfway through a movie when Miles came in, he said there was package for me.”
“May I ask what time this happened at?”The detective asked curiously
“Umm, about lunch time.” She nodded and I continued “he put the package on the coffee table, it was in a cardboard box. I was expecting it to be birthday present. I lifted up the foam board and umm…” My lips were quivering I couldn't even make eye contact with detective Merin.
The thought of what was underneath that board I wish I kept there made me feel sick.
“And that's where you found it, the body?” Her voice was husky
“Yes, it was kept in the type of packaging you would keep a raw chicken in” she murmured and I finally looked up at her, I could tell she was on to something but I wasn't sure what.
“The body, did it smell?”
“Yes really awful”
“ so you would agree with me if I said if I said the body was probably a few weeks old?”
“I guess so yeah.”
“ and were you at school weeks ago?”
“No I was sick, what does this have to do with anything?
“Nothing, these are just questions I am required to ask. So your alibi is at home sick?”
“My alibi? Why do I need an alibi?”
“You're a suspect.”
“But I didn't kill whoever was in that box!”
“Then you won't be suspect for very long, the body will be identified in a few days, you will be told the identity of the victim as soon as possible, it is most likely you will know the victim.”
As soon as she told me I was free to go I stood up and left the cold hostile room and felt the harsh woman's death stare on my back.

That night I didn't even feel safe in my own bed, I tossed and turned all night, hanging on to Detective Merin’s last sentence “you'll probably know the victim” kept playing over and over in my head. The most sickening thing was the note stapled to the body “HappyBirthday” it was written a familiar handwriting, the note looked like it was ripped of a card.I tried to keep my mind of it by listening to my missed calls, I felt my face go pale as I listened to one from a unknown number, “ Cora I'm at the pay phone near the park, please help,” a blood curdling scream then took over the worrying message, fading slowly away. The message then ended leaving me alone with the repetitive tones of the phone and my scary thoughts. An inhumanly amount of tears rolled down my cheeks. I recognised that scared, choked up voice, I did know the victim, Emma, Emma, Emma. I quickly deleted the message, I couldn't have such a horrifying thing living on my phone.

I pushed past my neighbors and trampled over gardens, many people yelled at me for quite nearly running them over. I ran as fast as I could up Emma's porch stairs and impatiently knocked on her door. I was hopeful she would answer, she didn't.
“Oh hi Cora”
“ Hi Mrs Rivers, is Emma home?”
“No the last time I saw her she was on her way to your house with a birthday present, she forgot the card though.” Mrs Rivers pulled out a card, with a ripp on the corner where Happy Birthday was supposed be.
“But that was weeks ago” I said, how could Emma's own mum not go looking for her after not seeing her for weeks.
“I was on work trip, did she apologize for the fight you two had?” Mrs rivers replied answering my question before I even asked it.
My eyes started to water and i repeated “she's dead she's dead” under my breath. Unfortunately the worried mum heard me and brought me into the police station.

I was again in the room with detective Merin
“Both our theories matchup Cora, Emma Rivers is in fact the person that arrived at your doorstep yesterday.” It was official, my best friend was dead, yet I wasn't reacting the way I would've predicted. I wasn't crying or blaming myself, just staring blankly at the tinted window in front of me staring past my reflection.
“It looks like Emma Rivers was killed approximately two weeks ago, Cora you weren't at school two weeks ago were you?”
No, I was at home with a cold, I've told you this before!” I yelled, this time I looked at her straight in the eyes. Where did she get the nerve to accuse a fifteen year old girl of murdering her best friend!?
“It's true that you and Emma were in a fight the same week she was murdered, the same week you were at home sick, right?” The harshness of her voice stopped when she said right, she was accusing me. “Do have a doctor’s certificate for that cold of yours?”
“No”
“Did anyone stay home with you while you were sick?
“No”
“Are your parents aware that you weren't at school two weeks ago?”
“No, they were away that week.”
“What was it exactly you an

Cherry

3/6/2016 07:04:22 pm

Wow that's a lot of writing.

Angelina.PingPong

9/6/2016 10:09:45 pm

Yep!

Angelina.PingPong

31/5/2016 01:21:43 pm

“Run!!Quick!”That’s me,Kalvin,I’m always looking out for my friends.”What the hell was that?!”My friend JohnCena is a scaredy cat and is really nerdy.”I think that was …...Redback!!That’s the girls,Emma can read people's emotions,thoughts and if they are lying or not. And Suki is an magnificent scientist. We have been stuck in this strange-school for so long,nobody has ever heard of it before until appeared here in our pyjamas! My head swam in mad confusion.We didn’t feel safe or secure,we wanted to escape but it’s an impossibility.It thundered orange.Today felt different…..

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