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The Walk Home As the birth of the night started, the sky above me began to bloom pitch black.

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The Walk Home As the birth of the night started, the sky above me began to bloom pitch black. The clouds started to disperse, the stars appeared and mist rose from the ground. It frightened me not being able to see what's lurking in the distance. The tree around me looks eerie, with sharp leaves coming off their pointy branches. The trees made weary shadows on the ground. I looked at my watch to see the time; ten past ten. I was a good half an hour away from home; I was going to be late in. The thought of what my Dad would do, and say, gave me shivers down my body. Why did I have to stay just that extra five minutes round my mates? As I approached the longest, dreariest, most daunting road of my journey, the mist was getting thicker, so thick that I could not see anything that was more than an arm's reach away. The mist was pure white, like snow. ...read more.

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I was crying inside thinking that someone would be there to get me. I stood still. I could hear a rumbling sound. I reached for my mobile cautiously and shone the light from the screen towards the sound in the bush. The rumbling sound continued. The bush where the sound came from shook left to right. My heart started beating fast and hard, so hard it's as though it was going to explode. My palms started to sweat. Then, suddenly, a bird flew out of the bush. I could just barely see it fly away into the dark skies. My heart beat slowly dropped back to normal. I looked at my watch. Now I was a few minutes late, I started to panic. What was my Dad going to say? I broke into a run again. I could see my house in the distance as the mist started to lift. I could see the leaves on my street blow around together. The wind was creeping up; the noise was getting louder, like an old- fashioned kettle boiling. ...read more.

Conclusion

dead. I paralysed there staring at him with joy! I stood and looked at him. My mind replayed my sights of hours ago. I saw my Dad's face, inches away from mine. I see a replay of him shouting at me, each word followed a spit in my face. I saw his hand lashing towards my face. I opened my eyes and I saw the ceiling spinning and then started focusing still. I heard him say "You ever think you can look at me like that again, I'll get rid of you!" I saw it on the side, shinned from the light, twinkled in my eye, the golden coloured ornament. I grabbed it. I smashed it against the back of his head. He fell to the ground, extremely fast. I placed the ornament back on the side. I then took my jacket and headed out the door. I remembered walking down my street and I remembered what he always said to me, "Don't be no later in than half ten or else you idiot!" ?? ?? ?? ?? Jac Goult Original Writing ...read more.

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