DAILY BLOG BY BELLA

26/3/20

The Hole In The Fence

QUESTION TIME

QUESTION ONE

A.                Playing handball in the sunset at Frient Country Park

B.                 Getting my kitten five days early as a surprise

C.                 My 9th Birthday spent in the Lake District with my cousins doing my grandma’s amazing treasure hunt. 

QUESTION TWO

A.                The day of my A-level results

B.                 My first day of university

C.                 My graduation from university

D.                My first day as a teacher

E.                 My wedding day

STORY STARTER

I was puzzled. Things just kept disappearing from our garden. At first it was just small things, like my toy car, then larger things began to go missing. Dad’s lawnmower vanished. Mum’s favourite plant pot with her favourite plants in. Gone! Just gone! My parents kept saying that there were thieves on our street. I believed them. Of course I believed them! Why wouldn’t I believe them, they’re my parents?! Sneakily, I got into the habit of looking out of my bedroom window with my camera, in the hope that I would catch a snapshot of the crooks in action.

One afternoon, after I had got in from school and done my homework, I stood at my bedroom window. I was ready. I had my camera in hand. I then watched in amazement and shock as the giant oak tree, that had stood in our garden since before I was born, was dramatically wrenched from the ground by an unseen force. Its great branches and straggling roots and shaking, green leaves began to be pulled towards a hole, the size of a pound coin, in our garden fence. I watched as the tree began to be squeezed, again by this unseen force, through the hole in the fence.

A minute later I was standing, camera at the ready, peering through the hole in the fence, desperate to find out what had happened to all the things from our garden. Then…I felt it…My eye began to feel as if it was being squeezed. My head felt as if it was being pulled towards the fence. My whole body seemed to be moving. Suddenly…Pop!

I was somewhere with oxygen thank goodness, and my camera was still in my hand. The place was blank and shapeless apart from my toy car, my mum’s favourite plant pot, my dad’s lawnmower, our watering can, one of our metal garden chairs and the tree that was just settling down.

Things swirled swiftly around the, well wherever it was and realised there was some sort of hole, curiouser and curiouser I thought. They were spinning so fast you could almost miss them weaving in and out of each other like a giant rushing halo. They noticed me as I crept closer coming to a gradual stop, they were like drifting translucency, creepy but at the same time beautifully elegant. They began to whirl around me faster and faster till they were moving at a dizzying speed, closer and closer until everything went black.