~~Behind Closed Doors~~

~~The~Blossom~Tree~~

2006-07-25T18:02:00.000-07:00

This is a piece of english descriptive coursework, we're in year nine but we had to start our coursework early for some strupid reason. This wasn't my final draft thank god!! lol but i still got an A from my teacher, so that's good, right? write on what you think of it!!

Blossom Tree Nursery

Katherine sat beneath the pale pink blossom trees in the corner of the playground and silently stared at the scenery. It was so beautiful, waiting for the children after school durng the summertime. An eternally blue sky hung overhead, filled with fluffy clouds swiftly sliding across. With the beautiful blossom trees lining the nirsery's playground in bloom, and the green grass covering the entire area, everything seemed absoloutely perfect at the the Blossom Tree Nursery.
Oversized women stood in groups chatting about the upcoming school production, each swaying beautiful babies or rocking large push chairs back and forth, mimicking the movement of calming oceans. To Katherine, the old crows all looked the same, long skirts, baggy jumpers; it astounded her beyond belief, to know that they would wear this throughout the year, even in summer.
Every mother each had a constant look of achievement when their children burst out of the old 'dungeon doors' and Katherine only wished that they could see the truth about their 'little angels'. If only they could realise how cruelly they bullied innocent children like her son.
Katherine wondered how they would act when they knew what their children were really like when their watchful eyes weren't upon them. 'Like a pack of wolves' her mother used to scowl; 'always picking off the weak when no one else is around, living off their misery and pain, but smarter than any other around them.' If only their perfect parents knew, then, maybe they would understand why Katherine was so far from their ways of 'good motherly material'.

cant be bothered to type the rest up - will another time lol xxx

~~DREAM~to be different~~

2006-07-25T17:46:00.000-07:00

right, this is gunna sound so made up and stupid now ok and i don't care if you believe me or not, but if you can help or whatever can you please just read these? since i was younger i have had real wierd dreams, i don't mean like being naked in front of the school (even though that has happened a few times) i mean getting chased, being killed and attacked sort of thing on a nightly basis...and i remember every single detail when i wake up...i can have dream after dream and remember them all when i wake up in the morning, it still happens...i went through a phase when they really started to scare me so i was told by this shrink person to write them out...here are some of them freaky as hell - i had to write them as if it was happening to some one else because they kind of scared me, so here goes....

dream #1

Walking past a small children’s park - pitch black all around, a big blue bus in the corner of it by a bench. Suddenly the bus blows up and forces her into the park - she falls on her back, then a huge black body bag lands on top of her - the face zip is undone and inside is a man staring at her. He’ alive. He looks really mad at her and starts yelling at cursing at her. The man - has a big black hat (when tilted covers most of face (mostly eyes)) he has long stringy hair which is between blonde and grey. He has one bright blue eyes (completely blue - no pupil) and on completely white eye. All of his skin is completely burned and peeling - covered in loads of scars. He tries to get out of the bag by undoing the zip but it’s locked and he can only get his arm out. His hand is just made out of to long sharp claws which also have burned skin covering them. She yanks on his arm and pulls it out of the socket or something - then kicks the body bag off her. As she’s running through the park she looks back and sees him coming out of the bag he yells “You know you can’t go back there - if you go back there I’ll kill him” (he means he home (which his hidden underground and the door has a small space above it covered by a piece of large wood. She runs down through the town - no one is out or around - no lights are on and she can hear yelling and screaming behind her. He’s following her. She runs down through the old wreckage and gets to the piece of wood - she quickly gets under the cover and lies really still there. She looks to the side of her and she sees a young dead boy lying there. She screams really loudly but then she tries to stop herself by covering her mouth with her hand and just whimpers to herself really quietly. She hears his footsteps behind her and she tries to keep really quiet and he pulls up the piece of wood and drags her up by her hair. He throws her to the ground at starts screaming at her. She looks around and sees a huge wooden stick just out of her reach. She turns round and lies on her back - whenever he steps forwards she shuffles back - getting closer to the stick - when he lunges forward to hit her - she grabs the stick and hits him over the head - she stands up and tightens her grip - when he stands up again she hits him in the stomach - he tries to get away stepping backwards and grabbing his stomach, he yells in pain that no one understands him - his heart, his mind, his brain, his soul - she keeps hitting him then suddenly when he’s been trying to get away she goes to hit him and he grabs the stick - snatches it off her and throws it to the side - staring at her he jumps forwards and pushes her to the ground, as she lands she put out her hands and knees to hit him, she does then his face bubbles and grows (turning purple) then she wakes up.

dream #2

Walking past a small children’s park - pitch black all around, a big blue bus in the corner of it by a bench. Suddenly the bus blows up and forces her into the park - she falls on her back, then a huge black body bag lands on top of her - the face zip is undone and inside is a man staring at her. He’ alive. He looks really mad at her and starts yelling at cursing at her. The man - has a big black hat (when tilted covers most of face (mostly eyes)) he has long stringy hair which is between blonde and grey. He has one bright blue eyes (completely blue - no pupil) and on completely white eye. All of his skin is completely burned and peeling - covered in loads of scars. He tries to get out of the bag by undoing the zip but it’s locked and he can only get his arm out. His hand is just made out of to long sharp claws which also have burned skin covering them. She yanks on his arm and pulls it out of the socket or something - then kicks the body bag off her. As she’s running through the park she looks back and sees him coming out of the bag he yells “You know you can’t go back there - if you go back there I’ll kill him” (he means he home (which his hidden underground and the door has a small space above it covered by a piece of large wood. She runs down through the town - no one is out or around - no lights are on and she can hear yelling and screaming behind her. He’s following her. She runs down through the old wreckage and gets to the piece of wood - she quickly gets under the cover and lies really still there. She looks to the side of her and she sees a young dead boy lying there. She screams really loudly but then she tries to stop herself by covering her mouth with her hand and just whimpers to herself really quietly. She hears his footsteps behind her and she tries to keep really quiet and he pulls up the piece of wood and drags her up by her hair. He throws her to the ground at starts screaming at her. She looks around and sees a huge wooden stick just out of her reach. She turns round and lies on her back - whenever he steps forwards she shuffles back - getting closer to the stick - when he lunges forward to hit her - she grabs the stick and hits him over the head - she stands up and tightens her grip - when he stands up again she hits him in the stomach - he tries to get away stepping backwards and grabbing his stomach, he yells in pain that no one understands him - his heart, his mind, his brain, his soul - she keeps hitting him then suddenly when he’s been trying to get away she goes to hit him and he grabs the stick - snatches it off her and throws it to the side - staring at her he jumps forwards and pushes her to the ground, as she lands she put out her hands and knees to hit him, she does then his face bubbles and grows (turning purple) then she wakes up.

dream #3

school was a bording school - before lessons we would have morning assembly- then our lesson, then another assembly - then evening lessons. my evening lesson was dt. and as i was on my way back to the dorm i realised my bag was left behind, i went back to get it by time i had it i went to dt strate away. when i arrived tristan was in with mr/Davies in teh small office room. then aaron was called on, i was sat outside with lucymay and natalie - then suddenly we looked out and on the way up to I.T we saw all our teachers walking like zombies to the i.t. office. lucy may scremaed and they all turned to us and looked wierdly. then i was called into mr.davies's office - he tried to slam my fingers in a vice but i ran outside, there were loads of dead bodies there that i knew and i started crying and walking quickly - then i ran through the school hall to my dorm but no one was there, then i heard noises so i went and i hid in my cupboard - then, there was complete silence and then i felt something touch my shoulder i turned around and there was a squished finger on my shoulder - i looked and it was AARON COX'S dead bodie - scary! i screamed and ran out again and ran through the hallways trying to get out - i ran down through the st marie's street and there was loads of guys doing gymnastics above me on the street's lamposts they were following me and they were acting like monkeys.

wierd facts from dreams that i still remember, but i don't know the rest...

in a field with brown horses all around me, a man who looks like the barbie doll ken man starts hitting me over and over again....

in an apartment building a morgue was situated below my apartment, a blonde woman was on a silver tray and she had two keys both with my initials carved into the metal...

~~Behind Closed Doors~~

2006-07-25T17:11:00.000-07:00

This is one of my stories for english...we've had to do loads this was just preparing for it but i thoguht it was quite cool...comment? xxx

Always running, running. Never stopping. Yet she still couldn’t reach it. A long road. Always, so long. The door never seemed to move, and the voices never seemed to change, but with every step she took she knew that the voices were becoming more desperate, and the door, further away. The door, the open door. It could never close, but Carley knew that she could never pass through it. She could never silence those voices.
Sitting by the window, staring out at the rain, Carley replayed her nightmare in her mind. What did it all mean? What were the voices saying? And more importantly, who’s voices were they? There were so many questions that Carley didn’t have the answers to. Except one. It had something to do with Janey. Of that she was sure, and if these dreams could save her younger sister she would have to figure them out, soon.
As she heard the wind howling outside, Carley shuffled through the mess, covering the attic floor. After months of abandonment, the discarded boxes sat decaying in the room. But no matter how much she hated doing this, she knew it must be done. Throwing boxes aside she searched deep into the old belongings of past ancestors for that one special box, containg her past.
The blue plastic box, as big as her suitcase sat right in the corner. With respect for its contained possessions, she carefully held the box and lifted it from the rubbish and sat it on an old dusty table, once belonging to her grandmother.
Admiringly she ran her fingers along the curved yellow and gold, glittering lines spelling her name. Lifting the lid off lovingly, she stared into the objects from her childhood. Sifting through the toys and reports, she came to the small box with the words ‘love, lies and lullabies’ engraved on the top. There it was. Exactly as it had appeared in her dream. It’s silver words glistening from the light that escaped from the open door.
The key had always been placed in the space beneath the 3rd floorboards in her bedroom in case she was ever in doubt of her future. ‘if you ever need answers to the questions of that world, you only need the key’. her grandmother had always spoke of ‘lost worlds’ and ‘doubting the future’ everyone thought it was just because of her illness, but Carley knew it was something beyond that. Something more.
Taking the silver box back down her bedroom, she pried the 3rd floorboard and lifted out the small brown envelope. Placing the key carefully into the lock, she prayed that this could hold the answers. The lock clicked out the lid popped open. Inside was a small piece of discoloured paper…

~*~Behind Closed Doors~*~

~*~The~Blossom~Tree~*~

~*~DREAM~to be different~*~

~*~Behind Closed Doors~*~

~~Behind Closed Doors~~

~~The~Blossom~Tree~~

~~DREAM~to be different~~

~~Behind Closed Doors~~