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JH English Monthly Writing Competitions – Karen Zhang

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JH English Monthly Writing Competitions – Karen Zhang


Our JH Monthly Writing Competition continues! We’re very pleased to share stories from our winning writers in October’s competition, ‘Spooky Stories’, which challenged pupils to write a story that evokes terror! We’re proud of our winners: Tina Chen (1st place) in Grade 9 and Karen Zhang (runner up) in Grade 8. We welcome you to listen to them interview with Mr Speers and Ms Cannaby as they share their perspective on the writing process and read their haunting tales. We recommend listening with the lights off – or the lights on if you’re easy to be frightened!

 

You could be on featured on Duke Box in the future too if you participate in our writing competitions!

 

Article Below;

 

The Sacrificial Love

Spooky story by Karen Zhang

 

It is a misty night when vapours in the air blur my eyes. I trek through the muddy, mottled sea of withered roses, with the extreme guilt, passion, and love.

 

A biting breeze of the smell of decaying body blows my face.

 

“I’m not petrified,” my lips squirmed, “how can I be horrified by my own love?” But then, my legs start to tremble; my spine begins to chill. A sudden, dazzling light forces me to look up, where a sinister full moon is hanging on the pitch-black canvas. The emissary-a solitary crow drops me a rust, timeworn key, then, it disappears in an absolute despair of the endless darkness. I drag my bramble-scratched legs, splash, splash, step by step.

 

Standing just in front of that haunted, horrendous house, the silhouette of the solemn stone of Venus swish passed the creaky, wooden door. But then, I suddenly realize the Venus is staring at me! As an invisibly enormous hand is grabbing my neck.

 

I’m about to be…stifled. Gradually, the piercing red drops on my head. As I look up, I saw a distorted reflection of myself in it’s grey eyeballs.

 

 


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