“Maddie, Maddie, can you push me on the swings?” My little sister Emma asked as she dragged me towards them.
I smiled at her, “Of course”, I said. The sun shone down on me and I felt as if I was in a boiling hot oven as I shrugged off my jumper. I pushed her for a while, the sweat dripping down my neck, then got out the picnic as Emma played with the dog. I pulled out a cheese sandwich and bit into it. Just at that moment a shiver rippled down my spine. I looked up at the sky and saw grey clouds rolling over the bright sun. I shivered again. It was turning colder. ‘Drip, drop, drip, drop’ – the murky rainwater fell in big droplets from the grey sheet spread out across the sky.
“Oh great, its raining” I groaned. I stuffed all the food back in the picnic basket and turned to look for Emma. It was in that one horrible, gut-wrenching moment that I realised, I couldn’t see her anywhere, or the dog, or anyone else for that matter. I was completely alone. I bit my lip.
“Emma” I called uncertainly. There was no answer. The rain got faster and heavier – ‘drip, drop, drip, drop, drip, drop’. The wind picked up and rustled the leaves of the old oak trees. I ran for the park exit, but couldn’t find it. I heard a creaking behind me and whirled around. The swings were moving of their own accord. The roundabout began to turn. The see-saw rocked. I backed away into a tree which wrapped me in its thick branches. I screamed, struggled free and fell over. The rain beat down on me in torrents. I couldn’t see. The waterfall from the sky blinded me. I heaved myself up and stumbled backwards onto the floor.
Then suddenly… the wind dropped. The last few teardrops of rain leaked from the sky. The adventure playground apparatus creaked to a standstill, and I was hit by absolute, over-whelming silence. I looked around. Rays of sunlight were squeezing through fast appearing gaps in the dull, grey sky. Small puddles were the only remains of the torrential downpour I had just been trapped in. The park itself looked almost perfectly normal except for the fact that I was still completely alone and the daunting silence was incredibly unnerving. There wasn’t even the sound of a single bird singing!
But wait, I could hear something. I stood quite still and listened with all my might. Yet all I could hear was the sound of my own breathing. I turned and heard it again, thumping softly through the grass. I froze, completely rooted to the spot. Footsteps. They were getting nearer and nearer. When I knew that the owner of the footsteps was right behind me, the footsteps stopped. Something icy cold touched my shoulder. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and turned to face whatever it was that was behind me. After I had turned around I opened my eyes. My eyes widened as my mind registered the sight before me. I was too terrified to even move. My lips parted in a silent scream. I was no longer alone.
2 thoughts on “Old/Teenage Writing from  [Alone]”
You have a wonderful way with words–creating an alternate reality and suspense out of what appears to be normal everyday stuff.
I’m glad you enjoyed it. I wrote it such a long time ago too, over 10 years ago. It is fab to know I was good at my craft (writing) even then!
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