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What's at the end of my garden? (English personal writing fiction)

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What's at the end of my garden? (English personal writing fiction) 'Darling, have you finished the washing up yet?' asked mother. I did not reply. I was too distracted by the moving bush at the end of the garden. I could not understand, as there were no trees moving, nor was there any wind. I was just perplexed by this. I felt a shiver down my spine believing there was something there. I had a sudden rush of excitement. What was at the back of the garden? I was surrounded by darkness and scared to go out alone, I could not go, so I waited until morning. The next day I woke up extra early I think it was about 6:30 am and looked out my bedroom window at the bushes and I did not see anything moving so I decided to explore. I ran down the stairs and said, 'I'm going out, be back in a minute!' I rushed out and headed for the bushes next to the tool shed. ...read more.


I could not believe what I had seen. There were three small gnomes that were alive. I was in shock. I sat down quietly beside the gnomes and observed them. It was amazing they were making small gifts for people. 'I can't believe this', I said forgetting that noises scare them. They suddenly looked up and saw me looking back at them. They were angered by my presence and started creeping up to me and hissing at me as to ward me away from their home. 'Get away from here and don't come back.' The next morning I woke up screaming, believing it was all a nightmare. I rushed over to my window and whipped open the curtains. There I saw my torch and two concrete gnomes lying on the grass. I started to get nervous and sweat, I shuddered at the thought that there were creatures, much more powerful than I am at the bottom of the garden. From that day on I made sure my cat did not go out. ...read more.


I tried to hit them back, but they would not stop. I finally got free from them and ran to my house screaming and ran to my room and hid under the covers crying. The next day I woke up in shock I looked at my arms to see the scratches, but to my surprise, there were no marks on my skin. That day I ran to the bushes and found three gnome statues. I thought now is my chance to get rid of them for good. I took the hammer off the floor and took all three gnomes and one by one and with great satisfaction smashed them to pieces; ' Ha, that will teach you to mess with me.' I said it with such contentment. I mixed up all the pieces of the gnomes and put it all in separate bags for fear of them piecing together again. Now I always fear them coming back for me, silly I know, but what do I know. I am just a little child. They will never find me anyway. Or so I thought... Nina Vadjarajanian Set 1 Mrs Matchett Draft 2 words 1045 ...read more.

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