The Chronicles of Annie Shan
Chapter 1 Story 1
'The lid was placed on the coffin and screwed onto place. He was then lifted slowly off the table and led out to the black hearse. The coffin was driven slowly to the church for the funeral speeches. Afterwards the ebony coffin was carried out to the ivy-covered graveyard where we had to listen to the priest's speech over the sobs and moans of all the mourners.
It was then that they buried my brother. But he couldn't have died. He just couldn't have...'
At the wake I wondered around in a daze, I couldn't, I wouldn't believe he was gone, nor could I believe that it was the end and I would never see him again. As I made my way through the mourning crowds I felt it all sink in, this wasn't supposed to happen not to me, this sort of stuff happened in books and in films or at least to other people not to me Annie Shan, it made me feel weak and vulnerable.
After that horrible and fateful day I was told that the grieving would get better with time, but for every day that passed I couldn't feel it getting any better, if anything it was getting worse. At the start of each day I was able to kid myself that it was all normal and Darren was just locked in his room, but the slightest reminder of him, like one of the many bereavement cards in the living room sent me plunging into despair. Every day after the accident I felt a deep, dark and frightening feeling in the bottom of my stomach getting worse by the hour that I couldn't shake off, it was a feeling that even if I told myself it was just the mourning for Darren it wouldn't leave me alone.
Every day I thought of Darren lying in that dark, damp and disgusting pit in the ground and I realised why everyone had a morbid fear of death, I couldn't imagine what it must be like to be buried alive so deep that no one could hear you, no way of escape and no sharp objects to make the best of a bad job. These feelings about him partly led me to never give up hope on him and to always believe he was alive the other reason was I could never quite believe he was dead.
My life got gradually back to normal with every week that passed and I started to block out my feelings and get on with my school work which had sharply dropped from its high quality to a very poor quality since we found Darren lying on the drive outside the house but as I started to forget, my work gradually got back to its normal high standard which pleased my mum and dad enormously as they thought I was finally coming to terms with Darren's death and I guess I was, but that was until I remembered...
The Spider...
If you want another post then Read and Review.
Chapter 1 Story 1
'The lid was placed on the coffin and screwed onto place. He was then lifted slowly off the table and led out to the black hearse. The coffin was driven slowly to the church for the funeral speeches. Afterwards the ebony coffin was carried out to the ivy-covered graveyard where we had to listen to the priest's speech over the sobs and moans of all the mourners.
It was then that they buried my brother. But he couldn't have died. He just couldn't have...'
At the wake I wondered around in a daze, I couldn't, I wouldn't believe he was gone, nor could I believe that it was the end and I would never see him again. As I made my way through the mourning crowds I felt it all sink in, this wasn't supposed to happen not to me, this sort of stuff happened in books and in films or at least to other people not to me Annie Shan, it made me feel weak and vulnerable.
After that horrible and fateful day I was told that the grieving would get better with time, but for every day that passed I couldn't feel it getting any better, if anything it was getting worse. At the start of each day I was able to kid myself that it was all normal and Darren was just locked in his room, but the slightest reminder of him, like one of the many bereavement cards in the living room sent me plunging into despair. Every day after the accident I felt a deep, dark and frightening feeling in the bottom of my stomach getting worse by the hour that I couldn't shake off, it was a feeling that even if I told myself it was just the mourning for Darren it wouldn't leave me alone.
Every day I thought of Darren lying in that dark, damp and disgusting pit in the ground and I realised why everyone had a morbid fear of death, I couldn't imagine what it must be like to be buried alive so deep that no one could hear you, no way of escape and no sharp objects to make the best of a bad job. These feelings about him partly led me to never give up hope on him and to always believe he was alive the other reason was I could never quite believe he was dead.
My life got gradually back to normal with every week that passed and I started to block out my feelings and get on with my school work which had sharply dropped from its high quality to a very poor quality since we found Darren lying on the drive outside the house but as I started to forget, my work gradually got back to its normal high standard which pleased my mum and dad enormously as they thought I was finally coming to terms with Darren's death and I guess I was, but that was until I remembered...
The Spider...
If you want another post then Read and Review.