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Default 10-22-2010, 08:07 PM

THE DIARY OF HANNAH ELIZABETH

This is my home, I have been here forever it seems, In my room since 1713 I think when I was all but 3, Childlike & ever so innocent sitting perched on my grazed knees in this dark corner of despair, my favourite cream lace dress swirls around me, tattered, torn, tea stained & moth eaten it smells, but I donít care Mummy bought it for me, It is special, Mummy is special, the red stain on the back, It wonít go away, I wish Mummy were here to wash it.

I wait but no one comes.

It was my 3rd birthday, Mummy said I could have a party so I made some special letters for my friends, I made them at kindy, I was going to give them to my friends today but something happened.

I was sitting in the corner of my room on the floor underneath my window, I was singing a song, It suddenly turned dark and I saw a shadow across the floor, It was Mr Samuel, my mums boyfriend, He was wearing a uniform with all those badges, I donít like his uniform, I donít like him, I told on him to mummy one day but she didnít believe me, Mr Samuel was holding my letters and he was smiling at me, he opened the window, the curtains started billowing and the shutters were banging Mr Samuel threw them out of the window into the stormy wind and left the room.

I watch but no one sees.

I knew it was 6 oíclock because I heard the old grandfather clock chime 6 times, it was an eerie sounding clock, I went upstairs to my bedroom and I sat in the corner alone with my doll Amelia, Amelia is the only one that listens to me now, A dark shadow loomed over me, it was Mr Samuel, he opened the window, the curtains were billowing, the shutters were banging, It was stormy, Mr Samuel hurt me, he made me start to bleed it was yuck, It hurts so much, I was lying on the floor, I cried when he was hurting me but no sound came from my mouth, I look up into his eyes above me, He doesnít care, he smiles, I see blood on my legs, oh no, I see blood on my new dress, It is all overÖ.the pain is gone, the scariness is gone, Mr Samuel is gone, It is dark, very very dark.
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I cry but no one hears.

This house has been empty for so long, I am so cold, always so cold & lonesome, I wish mummy would come and do my curls, I have red stuff on my curls & on my legs, it is sticky, it looks like paint, I will draw my name on the wall and Mummy will be happy, I miss Mummy. I donít like being alone. One day I heard some noises, I sat watching from the window it sounds like people are moving into my house, The Bentleyís and a man called Kentfield, he was wearing the same uniform as Mr
Samuel did with all those badges, He must be Important like Mr Samuel was Important, I donít like Kenfield.

I am scared but no one cares.

The clock chimes six times, thereís lots of noise downstairs, a party! Maybe itís for my birthday and my friends will come to see meÖOh no, I canít wear my dress it is ruined, itís ok, Mummy will fix it, I will wait here till she has time to fix it, Mummy is always busy.

A lady enters my room she is wearing funny clothes, I think she is a maid, I used to have a maid once her name was Matilda, I liked Matilda, she used to sing to me when I was scared, The maid looks at the open window (curtains billowing & shutters banging) she looks worried, she then turns to the wall in the corner and sees my drawing, she looks scared, I will sing to her, she will like that, Hannah begins to sing in the most eerie voice imaginable, The maid stunned with fear, mouth agape and eyes almost protruding from their sockets collapses to the floor, I want to help her but some people & that man Kenfield take her away from me, She didnít like my drawing, she didnít like my singing, she didnít like meÖI hate Kenfield.

I am sad but no one comes

Who is this in my bedroom? She is pretty, her dress is pretty, not like mine, my dress used to be pretty, I like her she smells nice, she can have my room and I wonít let anyone hurt her, I will sit in my corner & watch over her, everything is peaceful the pretty lady is sleeping. Kenfield wants to sleep in my room too but I dont want him to he has a bell and a gun, guns are evil, Kenfield walks over to the window, he opens it, the curtains are billowing and the shutters banging there is a storm and Hannah is scared, she doesnít like storms, Hannah crawls into bed with the pretty lady and hides under the covers, laying on her back very very still Hannah pulls the covers over her head she is safe, The pretty lady will keep her warm, she will keep the pretty lady safe, Kenfield will not hurt her like Mr Samuel hurt me, I will not let him.

Kenfield decides to get into bed as he drew back the covers he saw the ghost of Hannah, unable to scream he frantically starts to ring the bell hoping that it will attract some attention, It was so loud, kenfield had no control over his actions, as if possessed by some unknown entity he pulls the trigger and shoots, the bullet ricochets on the bedside lamp and hits the wall just above where Hannah Elizabeth wrote her name in blood, It had found its destiny. The bullet hole dotting the i in Hannah Elizabethís name, Kenfield, horror stricken with a vacant look in his eyes lay on the floor beside the bed looking at the corner of the room, I look down into his eyes I donít care, I smile

It is light.

In the light I see Mummy she has a new dress for me, Betty is there she will curl my hair, My friends, they are waiting for me, Everyone is waving to me, It is my birthday! I walked into the light to enjoy my party that I had been waiting for.

I am happy, I am free at last.




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Default 10-22-2010, 08:09 PM

"No body can say no to Justin Bieber" rofl I love it!



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Default 10-23-2010, 05:28 PM

Here's my story, hope it's in on time ^.^

Black and White

Black. Black everywhere. The street, the buildings, the mud beneath his feet. Everything was black. From somewhere beyond the darkness a voice began to sing softly. The words followed him. He ran, but he was going nowhere. Trapped in a box, with the voice. The words that would never stop following him, hunting him. He screamed. The voice grew louder.


Come to the window,

My baby, with me,

And look at the stars

That shine on the sea!

There are two little stars

That play bo-peep

With two little fish

Far down in the deep;

And two little frogs

Cry "Neap, neap, neap;"

I see a dear baby

That should be asleep.

White. The party was white as all parties should be. The bride blushed at the compliments and congratulations she received and Kenfield stood by, looking sincere and proud. Unlike many of the men attending he had not touched a drop of wine. Kenfield didn't drink alcohol. When his father in law had asked him about it he had politely changed the subject. It was something he didn't wish to talk about.


Black. Two figures on the street, on in an officerís uniform. One a young boy. Brothers, and yet all was black. There was the sound of a punch, a body hitting the ground. The figure in the officers uniform stepped lurched backwards. The boy was on the floor. All was quiet in the alleyway, all had returned to silence.


Come to the window,

My baby, with me,

And look at the stars

That shine on the sea!

White. The party progressed, with much silk and finery, with many entertaining and informative conversations carried out and with many decent acquaintances made. Kenfield had moved from the wall and stood next to his soon to be wife. They laughed together. A happy couple engulfed in the crowd that moved around them. She was by far the prettiest female in the room. He was handsome, in uniform. All was white.


Black. The lady lay on her bed, her breathing was shallow and low, the pants came further and further apart. The two figures stood next to her, younger. The one in the uniform was only a boy, the boy a toddler at most. She sang quietly, to the younger boy a nursery rhyme he had loved since childhood. A nursery rhyme where everything had a pair. Nothing was left alone in the blanket of black. They stood together as they watched their mother breathe her parting breathe. Then she was gone. There were no words between them. There was only a cold tension. A gap that could never be filled. All was lost. All had disappeared into the blackness.



There are two little stars

That play bo-peep

With two little fish

Far down in the deep;


White. There was a scream from upstairs, the crowd parted. Kenfield was the first to make his way towards the stairs. His wife followed him. Her family came next. The maid shook, trembling when his wife extended a hand to her, to help her up. She backed away. Perhaps she wanted to just disappear into the wall. But sometimes the world is too white to just disappear.

Black. The boyís name was Tom.. His body lay in the alleyway, cold, pale, his face bleeding slowly from where his brother had hit him. There was no hope for him. He like his mother would simply be forgotten. Just another corpse found in the morning, no clue to what had happened. Another unidentified victim, who know one really knew, or cared about.
The officer in the alehouse ordered another drink, he didnít want to think about what he had done, and maybe if kept of going the alcohol would simply erase the pain. All would be forgotten. He would wake up in the morning with a new life, a new family. No memories. But the memories remained, the voice kept calling too him. The black stain of that night would never go away.

White. He did not know what possessed him to stay in the room. What had possessed him to take the gun? What had possessed him to go alone? But as the party drew to a close he locked himself away, and as the wind outside grew colder, and louder he found himself surrounded by the vivid memories of those yesterdayís. The ones that everyone has and regrets. Flashes passed him by as he tried to sleep.
His fatherís face, angry and red. His mother, crying and begging. His brother kicking and screaming, him, unable to do anything. Alcohol had been the one thing he could control, until that night. The memories were not so vivid now, tainted by the drinks heíd consumed. He hadnít meant to kill him, he just wanted a new life. Tom couldnít be part of that. He was bad luck, he brought back too many memories.
Somewhere outside a clock struck three, three in the morning. Soon he would be able to escape the hell of those memories. Return to the life he had made for himself. Then a slow whispering voice from the corner.


Come to the window,

My baby, with me,

And look at the stars

That shine on the sea!

There are two little stars


A figure, a boy, walking towards him, almost transparent.


There are two little stars

That play bo-peep

With two little fish

Far down in the deep;


A shot, as he pulled the trigger.


And two little frogs

Cry "Neap, neap, neap;"

I see a dear baby

That should be asleep.


Fear as he realized it didnít work.

The figure moved closer, his memories grew stronger, melding together into an unthinkable mix of horror. And as the broken clock in the corner of the room began to tick again and as the curtains began to thrash wildly against the windows, the little boyís voice grew quieter again.

There was a scream as what was left of Tom Kenfieldís face smiled up at his brother.

And soon all was black.



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Default 11-07-2010, 04:13 PM

I know everyone is busy but what is happening with this contest?



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Default 12-04-2010, 01:30 AM

This was really tough because you all wrote such amazing stories, so I ended up choosing based on a mixture of connections to the story/story explanations, creativity, and general awesomeness.

1st: Aussiemum777
2nd: Miranda_
3rd: Cheshire1996

Thank you all for submitting stories! I really enjoyed reading them and the special appearance put in by Beiber.


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