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The Snow Globe

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Introduction

Claire MacGarvie The Snow Globe "Myra Catherine" My Mother Shouted Don't you just hate it when they use your middle name. I stormed up the stairs and slammed the door behind me I could hear the angry foot steps of my mother running back down the creaky stairs. I threw myself on my cold bed as I saw the blurry snow globe on my bedside table; I wiped my tears and looked again. If only I could live there I thought to myself no mother, no school just me and no one can get in. Whilst staring at the happy faces in the snow globe my eyes began to get heavy, it was a struggle to keep them open I gave up and dozed in to a deep sleep. As I awoke I felt a gentle pitter patter on my cheek I thought I was my ceiling leaking again, I slowly opened my eyes and couldn't believe what I saw I quickly shut them again I first opened my left eye and I was still there, I opened my right eye and thought I must be dreaming. ...read more.

Middle

We sat there waiting for his father to come home. It was a beautiful cosy cabin with a little log fire. "So what's your name?" I asked trying to break the silence. "Charlie, what's yours?" he replied "Oh well my names Myra, Myra McQueen, Very nice to meet you". He looked at me puzzled "How Old are you Myra?" "10" I replied "You Don't Speak like a 10 year old, Im 10 and I don't speak all growd up like that" he said still looking at me like I was some kind of alien. "Well I was taught at school how to speak properly" I said proudly. "School???" He shouted "what's that?" "Goodness you really don't know anything do you." I said surprised. He changed the subject, "You're very pretty you know" We glanced at each over and the awkwardness was broken by his father coming through the door saying "how many times do I have to tell you Charlie you can't light the fire when im not home." He looked at me and stopped. ...read more.

Conclusion

I wish I could be at home right now lying in my bed. I looked at the sadness in Charlie's eyes "we'll never get out now, its hopeless the snow is too heavy to move and I can't even move! I started to cry hopelessly not even knowing my reason whether it was how I felt sorry for Charlie or how much I missed my family. "Don't cry" Charlie said as he handed he a handkerchief. Charlie looked at me and said "you wont leave me will you? Promise you won't leave me" I looked into his eyes and saw how petrified he was. I put my head on his shoulder "Promise" I watched Charlie fall asleep and I wasn't far behind him. I opened my eyes too see the snow globe sitting there on my bedside table. I sat up quickly I ran down stairs "Mother, Mother, did you miss me? Im sorry mother I won't do it again" I cried "What ever do you mean darling you've only been upstairs 5 minutes". She replied. I ran upstairs it couldn't have been a dream I know it. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a little handkerchief with the name Charlie sown in. ...read more.

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The concept of this story is fine; however the style of writing is too simplistic and needs to be developed into a more mature style of writing. Plan your creative writing carefully so there is a real direction to your work and a strong link between the start and the end of the piece.

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