S H O RT S TO R I E S F R O M T H E G LO B A L C LA S S R O O M |
2014
The beast jerked its head, its chin now tilting to the side. In this position it opened its mouth, revealing blackened
teeth, and slowly began to sing.
‘Ring-a-round a rosie,’
The mother took two more steps, swallowing the immense amount of fear she knew she now felt.
‘A pocket full of posies.’
Only three feet away now, she could see the faint outline of a hand hanging next to the creature.
‘Ashes. Ashes.’
She could now see the whole body of her daughter lying in the lap of the monster. Becca’s chest, motionless. The
vicious claw that thieved her now gently caressing her face. ‘No.’
‘We all’
‘Becca.’
‘Fall’
Becca’s mother launched herself in the direction of her daughter.
‘Down.’
***
Her eyes flicker open, however the darkness around her is no different to the light that she sees when her eyes are
closed. Lifting her hands in front of her face, she feels the walls for a light switch but then finds herself grasping a
round doorknob. Aggressively, she viciously twists and twists the handle but the door refuses to open. Instead, she
hears another door open, along with footsteps entering a room. She presses her ear against the door that is trapping
her. Suddenly, she hears more footsteps (these louder than the others). Then the voices begin. Yet the only thing she
can make out is:
‘You’ll begin to like it.’
In an attempt to get the speaker’s attention, she bangs her fist on the wood of the door, thereby accidentally making
a deafening booming noise.
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