Jack looked up at the beanstalk, that had suddenly appeared like a flash of green lightning. For a boy of fourteen, he was very independent for his age, but he failed to have any degree of intelligence. With his curiosity levels high, Jack climbed up the stalk. As he neared the top, excitement bubbled up inside him. He broke through the blanket of clouds until finally he reached firm ground. Jack looked up: nothing. He looked forward: nothing. He then looked down. No giants did he see, but tiny people no bigger than blades of grass. How odd, he thought.
by Eleanor Grant (15)
Queenswood School, Hatfield
Competition - Grim Tales
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