The wind blew quick and sharp as it
brushed against the hollow, still Jarrah
trees and the tall luscious grass.
The full
moon was out and it lit up the midnight
sky and had made it that bit easier to see.
It was so peaceful at night, nothing was
to be heard except the stray cats that
lurched about in the night scavenging for
food. Not a car zoomed down the dull
streets, no-one about to disturb the
silence.
No-one until now.
“That’s a nice house” Tamara told her
mother Charlotte.
“Yes, it is” Charlotte
said to the Tradesmen,
“We’ll take it thank
you”.
The Tradesmen just kept smiling and showed Charlotte
the price, it was paid there and then and the house
was ours.
It was a lovely two storey house, the colour of white,
and at the top veranda it overlooked the hills, in here
all the trees flapped about and the wildlife had their
fun. There were no other houses to be seen, ours was
the only one.
It seemed very strange because it was all so quiet, all
the time.
“I’m just going outside” Tamara shouted to her
mother.
Tamara walked out the front door and wandered out
into the wilderness. Tamara soon came upon an old
abandoned shack.
She walked inside the
shack, and outside the shack, and all
around it, when something caught her
eye.
It was a window, a small glass
window and in it were pictures that
changed within five seconds.
Tamara lent forward and touched the
window. She fell through it and into a
world of war, there was fighting and
grenades going off leaving the dead
bodies on the floor.
Tamara walked about,
a bullet zoomed past her, nothing seemed
to even notice her, she was invisible to
them. She then suddenly fell through the
ground, but she had just stepped into another window
that led to the Under World.
There was the Devil, red as a tomato, and held his
pitchfork as he watched his slaves work, and bear their
punishment, once again she was invisible.
Tamara
walked past the Devil and soon walked into and
through the wall, and ended back outside the shack.
Tamara stood amazed at what she had just
experienced. Tamara thought this should be known
to no one, to be kept a secret.
Tamara found a large
rock and threw it at the window and smashed it, and
life was back to normal, but then again life is never
normal.
By Zoe Henry
Year 7
Gidgegannup Primary School
GIDGEGANNUP - WA
Teacher: Trevor Dent
