Over the Berlin Wall

So, the time had arrived. I had been planning for months. But, perhaps, it was for that reason I was so tense – because it was finally time. Time to get over the wall and be reunited. Nervous was what I felt, but would I let it show? I had a job to do, and I wasn’t to rest until it was done, until I was free.

Getting up, I took one last long look at the plans I had spent so long making in secret, taking in every precise measurement and word. As you may have guessed, I was trying to make time slow down, to make the time I knew would have to come, come slower, though, in my heart of hearts, I knew it was no use. Steadily, I picked up two steel balls as heavy as a grown man who hadn’t taken much exercise recently and stuffed them into my pockets. They weighed me down tremendously, but it made no difference to my master plan. Outside, there it was, the great long wall stretching out majestically in front of me. the more I stared the more I knew I had to move on and get it over with. Ducking behind a bush I make a cat-like whining noise that, as I had planned, was sure to attract the attention of the nearest guard. It did just that, round the edge of the bush came the surly, deep-voiced guard who played the main roll of my plan. Yelling at me, he advanced but I was ready. I had never hurt someone before and did it now with the greatest regret, lobbing the steel ball clearly onto the head of the soon to be unconscious man.

Putting the clothes on took a while but as I pulled them my mind was allowed to dwell on the reason I had come into this mess in the first place. When I was very small my mother had died, I could not remember anything about her, apart from her singing. It was the most beautiful singing in the world, with no exaggeration. It was a gift I had proudly inherited and guarded secretly. My dad had been stranded of the west when the wall was put up, he had gone to see his friends and never returned.

Now fully dressed it a brown guards uniform, I grabbed the abandoned gun and marched proudly over to the gate. Walking straight through was not an option, even for a guard, as I discovered too late. A grim faced man at the gate entrance asked to see my ‘ID’. I hadn’t bargained on this. Fishing feverishly in my pockets, I found what I was looking for – a small card with a name, age and photo on it. “This is you?” inquired the guard with a pronounced note of spite in his voice, “No offence, but I don’t see the likeness.” He turned the card around to show me a man with next to no hair, plus, all that remained was a dirty sort of grey. the guard was looking at my long, straw coloured hair. Comprehension dawning in his dull eyes.

Realising it was my only option, I ran for it. Pushing through the gate I bolted for my life, my greatest fear was confirmed when I heard bangs, the unmistakable bangs of a gun. I took the risk, and turned to see five speeding bullets heading for my chest. Is it too late already? I thought as I bent my legs to spring, is this it?

Light

If only I wasn’t there, they would still be next to me, I wouldn’t be here right now. This light was as bright as though I was looking at it though a microscope. A dazzling gold was all I could see. The light of light, the light was so bright, all I could do was squint. My mind blank, as well as my memory .
All I could see was light and light, but there was a darkness closing round the light coming closer and closer and closer. I was falling away into darkness, the light was gone. Falling, falling, falling.

Sad

Life I just want it to leave me now. Not many people think sofas have a life but I know better, I think and feel too you know, everything you do to me I feel it and I despise it. My life begins way back where I was new and posh and my colours were clean and bold, and I stood proud and happy awaiting my new life out of sight of the window of my shop. If I could see that window I would not have wanted people to try me, not hoped for everyone that passed to buy.

Silence

The silence was deafening; all I could hear was silence. I could see people mouths moving, saw them passing words but not one sound reached my ears. It had all been so sudden, I could hear everything, then nothing. I could tell this was not a matter for the doctors, not anything wrong with my ears. I don’t know how but I could tell, this was something deeper, something to do with thoughts and feelings. Mental not physical, what was happening. All I had said since I have arrived was “hi!” and “hello!” and received the same in reply. Except…

Wolves

Far back in the mists of time there was a family of wolves. Grey wolf, the father, had predicted that the pack had to go on a long journey so they gathered together and set of. But as he started they did too, The rival pack of wolves were following a mile behind as they ran further into those paroles mountains. After 2 days of constant running and hunting the rival pack came close: too close for comfort. Then the dominant leader of their pack did the most daring thing a wolf came do. He took a bite from our food.

history

slowly, the moon faded as it was swallowed by the clouds. The light in the barred window flared sending speckles of gold onto the ground at the feet of the beast. The mist swirled into the shapes of claws and teeth. The structure leaned slowly in the howling wind and the earth held its breath. The clouds passed with the moment and the spirits were gone and shadows leapt as the moon was reviled. secretive and silent the towers watched, echoing shadows of the past into the quite. The staring walls waited and waited and waited.

I wonder

Slowly, I opened the rusted gates. As I staggered up my drive as long as a giraffe is tall I thought about what I was leaving behind me. I thought about the red and green paper chains though every window. How Christmas trees and candles stood in every house. Why nervous looking Santa clauses claimed the streets and how the phrase merry Christmas left every lips but mine. Wondered why I thought it strange that everyone now walked with a spring in there step and for the first time in my life I wondered why I hated this celebration so.

Whats there?

Beneath me the sea reared. Fog swirled though the air. In the distance, just visible through the clouds, lay a castle so grand it would have put the entire population of Rome into shame. As we trundled along I looked at him, his face was as white as a sheet and his eyes sparkled in the gloom. Splashing under our wobbling cart, the ocean leapt and bit with its ice cold power. The castle grew clearer and clearer through the cold and the waves. Though it seemed pointless, I kept thinking if there was an answer it would be there.

Tick Tock

Tick tock. That was all I could hear as I approached the mass in the distance. It filled my ears making my head vibrate with every beat of the noise, like a thousand clocks ticking in time. I reached the rust and climbed the steps into the old beast. I was confident that, again, I would not find anything. My jaw dropped. Covering the walls of peeling paint were clocks of every size, colour and description. In the middle of this unnerving scene was a chest. I hurried over and opened it expecting jewels and gold. I hit the floor

Creepy

Creepy. That is the only word that describes the witch. silver flowing hair draped her proud shoulders and in her pale white hand she held an apple that seemed to radiate power. Her mouth was curled in a smile that whispered death without moving and her eyes, on look into those killer slits and you would never forget them, they would haunt you day and night and reflect the deepest darkest shadows of your past. Her flowing dress reached the ground and she seemed to hover like death. What did it remind me of? What was that I could feel?