This is my first upload and it's a story I had to write for English, and I thought what the hell might as well post it on here (:
The Ash Tree
I'm not crazy, I I I'm not crazy, I saw it I did, then it happened, it all came crashing down my world it all did, I swear I saw it, you know I did, the evidence is all around us, please you you you, have to believe me… Please?
It started Christmas Eve, I was in my bed, I was all warm, you know where you think no one can touch you? You're in a safe environment? Well this wasn't the case at all. This was where it was all about to go pear shaped. Silence pierced through the air, I couldn't even hear the low snoring of my mother anymore, that was so unusual as usually it's all you can hear. Through the silence, I heard a noise downstairs, I thought maybe it was Father Christmas, I wanted to go see.
I creped out of my not so warm bed, slipped on my slippers and tip toed out the room. I didn't turn any lights on, I wanted to stay unknown, I was so exited, like a little child on Christmas, and then it hit me! It was Christmas! I let out a little shriek and did a happy dance, then I heard a noise downstairs, I saw a flicker of light which kept getting bigger, then I heard loud footsteps running towards the bottom of the stairs, and what I saw was no Father Christmas, a man with a ski mask over his head, his body covered in black clothes, big boots, more like the anti Father Christmas. I was in shock I couldn't run I couldn't scream! I was in pure shock…
He ran! He ran at me, he bounded up the stairs, running at me, and all I could see was how fierce his eyes looked, they stared right into mine, when he got to about the middle of the stairs I managed to feel my legs again, I didn't know what I was doing I ran into my mothers room, but once again my scream got caught in my throat, she wasn't snoring, she wasn't even moving, she was, she was dead! I burst into tears, I tried to run to her but I was caught from behind by my legs, dragged out the room, and then down the stairs, I was in so much pain I couldn't put up a fight when I got to the bottom, I couldn't even be bothered to open my eyes, but what I could do was smell. Was that smoke I smell? Gas? I decided to open my eyes, and what I saw broke my heart, the last thing me and my mother done together, the Christmas tree, and it was gone on fire, burning and will soon be just a pile on the floor, a pile of ash…The Ash Tree. Then the police arrived with a fire engine and the rest is unneeded history as I'm getting the blame anyway, the person just ran out the back door. Merry Christmas.
And now this is where I am today, in a mental home, no one believes me about what happened, they all think that I done it, but but it wasn't me, I swear it wasn't. I'm not crazy, I I I'm not crazy, I saw it I did, then it happened, it all came crashing down my world it all did, I swear I saw it, you know I did, the evidence is all around us, please you you you, have to believe me… Please?
Yup I know It's short...and crappy, but hey it was ment to be a page long which it was...on word xD
And the front cover I did was pretty amazing ;) but i have no idea how you will see it :L soo...you must use you imagination! :D
Have a great Christmas (: xxx