Darkness descended upon the moon for the first time in five centuries. Blackness smeared the skies as the wheat swayed in the fields. Silence cast its shadow over Earth. There it stood. The barbed smile, etched onto the hardened potato sack, twitched. A gust of wind tore the ragged cotton from the rotting stake of wood. It was alive. The creature trudged through the wheat field and icy spears rained down on its head. With each step, the creature's stride grew stronger. Snatching a pitchfork, it looked into the farmer's eyes. 'This is payback!' sneered the scarecrow, raising the pitchfork.
by Danielle Malecki-Ketchell (14)
Silcoates School, Wakefield
Competition - Grim Tales
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