Here, for you to enjoy at home, is one of the two winning stories (of Talbot’s Got Writers! Christmas 2012). Congratulations, Megan.
Like I said at Assembly, I am still blown away by Megan’s stunning writing style. Read it one time to enjoy it, and another time to learn from her how she creates entertaining stories.
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It was December 24th. The afternoon before Christmas Day. I wanted to go to Horlock Cemetery where my granddad was buried. I like to visit him every Christmas but never as late as I was planning.
It was only me going to the graveyard all alone but I wasn’t afraid.
It was 11pm when I got there. I was planning on coming at 7:30pm but I got delayed because I was feeling happy-upset. I was happy to visit but upset because I missed him so much. He was very close to me. He understood everything. I felt I could tell him anything.
There were rumours about the graveyard being haunted by the ghost of Christmas. But I was not afraid.
I walked through the big black creaky gates. Granddad was near the back left hand side of the graveyard. I found his grave. When I seen it the horrid sight met my eyes.
Someone had dug up the grave and there were steep steps down to a blood red door!! I very slowly walked down the steps. My heart was racing! I reached for the knob covered in blood. I opened the door and I seen: The ghost of Christmas, Scrooge, Evil Jack Frost, Evil Snowmen, other evil men covered in scars, AND… MY GRANDDAD!?!?!
This was where the scary living-dead Christmas Creatures hid from the living.
“Hello”, I said.
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