Asttle Writing practice

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In literacy on Monday, we had 1 hour to do a practice asttle writing test, And we've been told to blog it!  So here it is, its almost sorta horror, but not.  You'll see.

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It’s Midnight, I woke up with an odd feeling, that something was wrong.  I step outside to see if there's anything there, but it's just Kassie, our cat.
“Hello?!” My voice echoes through the silence of the night, no one answers.

As I’m walking down the path toward the small field of wheat, I hear a rustle in the surrounding forest, It's quiet out here, I stride into the middle of the field, putting myself in a vulnerable position.

I hear a rustle in the trees, just a quiet one.
It’s probably just a squirrel I think to myself.  I hear it again, louder this time.
“Hello? Is anyone out there?”  silence. Then the rustling gets louder again, but this time, a dark figure emerges from the trees.  I freeze, it's a person, but, floating, it's wearing a dark long cloak, and a large wart is placed at the tip of its long nose.
“Hello, little girl!”  not an inviting tone of voice. A screechy, high pitched voice belonging to an elderly woman.

I race into the trees, and keep running till I hit a dead end, I know the forest well, I know where I am, I turn left and keep running but I find a place I’ve never seen before, a curtain of vines droop from the top of a large cliff, I reach my hand through the vines and walk into the dark abyss of a cave, hoping she won’t find me here. I walk with caution.

Eventually, I see light.
An opening maybe? But no, It's a sword, Its glowing.  It's just lying there,
I could use this to fend off this creepy person.
I pick up the sword and find my way back to the cave entrance and push through the vines, I run back the way I came and find my way to the wheat field, the woman isn’t there, but I can hear her voice.

“Do you know what I am, little girl?” her voice echoes.
“I am a witch, and do you know what I eat, little girl?” she asks “I eat little girls souls!”
I run to the middle of the field. She appears in front of me.
“I can sense your fear little girl!”
“I’m not scared of you! And my name is Hazel!” I shout, regretting telling her my name instantly.
“Hazel? What a lovely name, to bad it has to die with you.”

Running down the path back home I lure her to the small clearing in the forest.
I stop and turn around to face her, sword in hand. My heart is pounding, my stomach fills with butterflies.  I swing the sword with my eyes shut tight. I hear a scream, then nothing. 

My ears start ringing.  Something is still wrong.
“Aah!” the ringing gets louder, and my ears start to ache.
“You thought you could kill me before I kill you?  HA!”
My ears started bleeding and my eyes go fuzzy…
“AAHH!” I scream “STOP! PLEASE!” I beg
“No can do, I’m afraid.”
I pluck up the courage to get up and push past the pain.

I pick up the sword again, I can see her in front of me, but I feel her body behind me.
I spin around and stab the witch in her stomach. She falls to the ground, I stab her again, for good measure, and leave her to fade away on her own.

It's midnight, I clean my wounds and bandage then up,  and go to sleep peacefully, with a sword under my bed, I fall into my dreams as I feel the fuzzy warmth of our cat, Kassie curl into a ball beside me, purring away.

Goodnight everyone, sweet dreams!
    - Hazel

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