In class I have been working on a writing competition called beyond the backyard. Here is mine.
What is out there? Now I know
A shadow glides over the chipped stained glass window. Looking outside I hear my Mum shouting ‘from her bedroom, “ Holly don’t forget to pick those feijoas.”
Letting out a big sigh I put on my dressing gown, and head toward the door. As I take a step, I hear a creak in the floorboards. I slowly turn the handle as the wind blows cold in my face. The cold morning air makes me shiver and the sopping wet grass makes my socks drip from the night's rain. Moving slowly, I make my way to the feijoa tree. I quicken my pace, who knew how many griffins could be in the trees.
The breeze sways the fruit trees, making it hard to pick the feijoas. I still manage. “ That’s enough,” I say to myself, while I’m tying up the bag.
“Roar kakor,” I look around,
“ Who said that? Come out, I’m not afraid of you!” It was the big, scary, hungry griffins from beyond the backyard. Like lions they get as high as they can getting ready to attack. I feel like i’m in a horror movie, it was just me and the griffins.... They attack. Moving as a pack they try to rip me to shreds. I put up a good fight until I just black out. The pounding in my head got worse and worse. Until, I wake up. I check myself for any major injuries, nothing, phew!
The sun rose higher and higher in the sky and I look back to the forbidden territory. I think it’s the place where the griffins live. But it is beyond the backyard… Mum always says it is dangerous beyond the fence. A chill creeps up my spine. If I went out there I would be killed. The griffins would show me no mercy. They hate humans, and that's why they attack, and why Mum never lets me go beyond the backyard. The thought of a war starting between griffins and humans would get my heart beating extra fast, boom boom boom boom no pause.
Then it is silent. The clouds covering the golden sun. It all falls to darkness. “Roar kakor,”
“Oh no the griffins. They only come out when it’s dark, why are they out now? I have to get back to the house, fast. Before the griffins get to me.” I run. The disgusting sound of wet mud follows me back to the house. I turn the handle and open the door. The griffins are right behind me. The door won't open, they are about to get me until…
I wake up. Safe and sound I am lying in bed with my night gown on. I get up brush my teeth and get ready for school. Sitting down by the chipped stained glass window, I relax. While I am looking outside, I hear my Mum shouting ‘from her bedroom, “ Holly don’t forget to pick those feijoas.”
