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Hallows Marsh As the fog swept in from the sea to cover the marshland, and the sea gulls went back to their nests for the night, an eerie screech echoed through the air, but not the thickening fog. All was dark, and then the solemn silence that had always been there came back, as if the screech had been lost in eternal darkness. Then, suddenly, there was another screech. A young boy, the age of no more than seven was stuck in a marsh bog. He was slowly drowning and there was no one to help him. However much he howled or yelled his screams never pierced the ever-hardening mist. Then, the silence came back and this time it would last. There would be no more screams until twenty years later. John and Jake were best friends they would always do absolutely everything together, no matter what it was or when it was, they stuck together like glue. ...read more.


The slight breeze made the grass wave as water does. They both decided to eat their chocolate bars and drink their drinks and then carry on with their journey. They were planning to head towards the lonely tree. This was the only tree in the whole of the marsh and it was an unmistakable land mark as it towered above everything else in the whole of the marsh. From where they were you could just see the top half of the lonely tree and beyond that the marsh bogs and then the great wide open sea. "John," Jake said, "How much longer do you reckon it will take?" "Don't know, maybe about twenty minutes." He replied. "I thought you said that these here coats would make us warm cos they got insulation or something like that." "Well they are meant to keep us warm but it seems to be really cold tonight," Exclaimed John. As they trudged along towards the tree there was a strange mist that seemed to swell up from the sea. ...read more.


When he looked across the marsh he noticed that a thick mist had built up, it seemed to be surrounding the tree. 'Jake, come back, it's really dangerous in the mist. Right, it's really not funny anymore, I'm going back.' When John turned around he noticed that the rucksack had gone as well. That was the last straw, 'Right that's it Jake, I'm of, make sure you bring the rucksack when you come back to the house.' Jake was wondering around the mist, he had been standing under the tree watching John climb and then suddenly he was lost in the marsh. He was well and truly lost now. The mist was really thick and their was a chill wind blowing down his spine. It seemed as if the mist was coming into Jake, swelling up around him. He heard and owl cry above the mist but only barely. It seemed as if the mist was creating some sort of sound barrier. By now John was half way up the road to his house. Far too far away to hear a scream. Alexander Bateman, GCSE Coursework, Imaginative Writing. ...read more.

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