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Treehouse of horror.

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I remember it clearly, the never-ending expanse of golden maize, smothered the terrain like a blanket. Vivid wild flowers sprinkled the meadows like stars on the night's sky. Great hay bales stood sturdy and provided a tremendous obstacle course. Although this natural masterpiece was only yards from my house, it astounded me every time. "You can play in the fields, but don't go beyond the fence, and be back before tea!" These were the stern words that often left my mother's mouth, but the sun was bright and I was bored. A jungle of tall, hazy corn lay ahead, and at head-height, my pace was extremely restricted as I marched onwards. ...read more.


I quickly stood and jumped over the fence, hoping no one had seen this incident, then remembering I was in the centre of a huge desolate field. Dragging my shoes behind in the pasture, trying to rid them of the revolting brown streaks, I suddenly found myself in the shade of the huge tree. There it stood, a twelve-foot titanic brute, perched tranquilly on the mound, like an emperor dominant on the stark landscape. The wooden mansion peered through the crisp, crimson leaves, never before had I seen such a dwelling. I ascended the tree slowly, every step gaining height and courage. Adrenaline surged through my blood, giving me a rush of excitement like a child on a roller coaster ride for the first time. ...read more.


I had made it! But this moment of joy was brief. A shrill crack of oak pierced my eardrums; I could clearly pinpoint each snap and tear of every splinter. A sudden loss of support beneath my knees sent my unsuspecting torso plummeting. My outlook was not good, air gushed past my face and legs. All I could do was wait. - FEAR, PAIN, BLACKNESS. Slowly I opened my eyes, light flooded in like water down a plughole. Unfortunately, my pain receptors kicked back into action. An excruciating throbbing focused on my wrist; the perilous fall had taken its toll. I scrambled up with one hand and ran home clutching my wrist all the way. Needless to say I didn't climb that tree for some time. By Tom Reeves 10FR ...read more.

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