SpineOut : June - July 2017
BOOK RE- VIEWS Soft, silver starlight filtered through the room as the velvet curtains were flung open. It was so strange to see nightfall so soon. Winter was nearing, closer and closer. I always loved winter, unlike everyone else I know. I just love the brisk, icy air and wriggling my way under the sheets on nights like that. I left the window open to let in fresh air and to hear the sound of trees blowing in the wind. Ever since I was little that always helped me sleep. I could see the crescent moon that night along with the stars which seemed to be shimmering brighter than ever. It must have been the early hours of the morning because I’d drifted off at least twice and my parents had actually gone to bed. They are not insomniacs like I am. A few seconds later, I heard movement downstairs and discovered that whatever had made that noise must have woken me. I crawled out of my bed and tiptoed to the top of the stairs. There was no light on down there, so I hurried across the hall to my parents’ room and there they both were, sound asleep. I figured my mind was playing tricks on me as I have always had a wild imagination. I went back to my room and looked out the window and felt the icy air sting my face. ‘There is nothing out there and there was no noise,’ I told myself. I crept over to my bed and BANG! I nearly jumped out of my skin. It sounded like the noise had come from the kitchen. I stumbled over to my closet and threw on my dressing gown but I decided that slippers would give me away, so I chose against them. I crept over toward the stairs again and paused. Not a single sound. Slowly I edged my way down inch by inch, very carefully avoiding that one uneven, creaky step. As I peered into the kitchen I could see that a saucepan had been knocked off the rack. I walked abruptly into the kitchen and grabbed the pan just in case. I couldn’t see or hear anything, so I paced around the table into the lounge and then I saw the front door was open. I walked over to shut it and that was when I heard a muffled whisper. ‘Who’s there?’ I asked, terrified. ‘Follow me Larissa. Yes that’s it. Come outside. Don’t be afraid my dear, I will show you the way.’ It was a rather soft, kind voice, that of an older woman. I couldn’t help but trust it. I followed her and the oddest thing was, I wasn’t afraid. I could see her now, her silhouette and she was quite far ahead too. She was a tall woman, wearing a white dress that trailed just above the ground and she had her long silvery hair pinned up into a bun. It almost looked like she was floating but I pushed that thought out of my mind. It was crazy. ‘Where are you taking me?’ She didn’t answer. ‘Excuse me, but I would like to know where we are going!’ I exclaimed. ‘You will know soon enough,’ she said so quietly I could barely hear her. Just as I was about to protest and demand answers, I realised I had never been to this place before. We’d only walked a couple of minutes and now I was in a thick forest I didn’t recognise, still holding onto the pan from the kitchen. Suddenly the forest was alight with a twinkling cloud of fairy dust! There were tiny fairies everywhere and other peculiar, magical looking creatures. I thought I must be dreaming and then I looked further up the hill and saw a gigantic, silver and gold castle sparkling in the moonlight. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I began to question, why on earth had this woman taken me to this seemingly magical land in the middle of the night? How was any of this possible? Was this really happening? My thoughts were then interrupted when I saw what looked like a gnome approaching me. ‘Hi you must be the new Larissa. I’m Gavin,’ he said in a very chirpy tone. SHORT STORIES a magical winter Holly, Year 9 All Saints College Willetton WA Holly wrote this Fantasy / Fairytale after being given this prompt: Soft, silver starlight filtered through the room as the velvet curtains were flung open. It was so strange to see nightfall so soon.
April - May 2017