Creative Writing - The girl in black

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“An uninvited visitor knocks on my door on an evening in which I am home alone.”

The task is to describe what happened that night in the form of a short story.

        Peace and quiet. Finally! I’m home alone, my father has gone to stay at my grandmothers for a night over. He didn’t take me. I hate going places. When I was younger, my mother took me everywhere; she didn’t care how I felt. I remember, about seven years ago, my father and siblings were at a relatives house, as there was a wedding. My mother didn’t want to go, and when she called my father and said she wanted to go now, he said he wasn’t there because he’d been called for a business meeting to, east Manchester. My mother decided to entertain herself and went to an old ladies’ Kitty Party. And she took me along with her! None of the other ladies bring anybody with them except their daughters, and I’m a boy! I was bored out of my wits, until something happened at the party. A girl died, just like that. The police said she caught fire. But I never met the girl or, in that case, see her die. So I don’t really know what happened. Since then my parents don’t take me anywhere. Nobody does. But I don’t really mind that. I know their scared of me seeing something else somewhere. But even though they’ve never taken me out, I’ve never enjoyed peace and quiet at home.

        But now I have the house to myself. My kettle began to pipe. I poured the boiling water, from the kettle, into a blue, china mug. One of my mothers’ antiques; she’ll kill me if she found out I was using it. I poured a sachet of powdered tomato soup into the mug and stirred it. I filled my soup with croutons. I can’t have soup without bread or croutons; it just tastes too bland and yuk! I took my mug of soup into the living room and switched on the television. I took my place by the fire in my grandfathers wooden rocking chair. I sipped my hot tomato soup from the mug in my left hand and changed the channels with the remote control in my right. Ning! Nang! Nong! Blooming guests! I can’t stand them! Every time you want to do something, a guest arrives. Mother said there was nothing wrong with guest. Yeah right! I say there’s nothing right with guests. Guests prevent you from doing anything: you can’t eat in front of them unless their eating because it’s disrespectful, you can’t watch television in front of them because you are disturbing their conversations. You can’t talk to someone else in their presence because you’re ignoring them; you can’t even leave their presence if they’ve seen you or you become the gossip of the town. Mother always says guests are a blessing! Puff! Such blessings that sticks a permanent, humourless smile on your face and doesn’t even let you go to the toilet! Yeah, a real blessing!

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        ZUT! Weird. The electricity just went. The rain outside splattered onto the window and began to get worse. I remained in the chair and threw the remote onto the table. Great! No, literally, I’m not being sarcastic. At least the guest at the door cannot knock anymore. SNAP! SNAP! Damn it! I forgot we had a letterbox!

        I didn’t budge. Why should I? I don’t want to let in whoever wants to at the door to make my night a nightmare. SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! Oh for crying out loud! I got up from the rocking chair and stumbled over to ...

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