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The Curse

The storm raged overhead, throwing flashes of light down the darkened halls. The reluctant illumination the candle afforded served only to show the cracked, tormented stonework. Descending into the cellar, I searched fruitlessly for the pious tome. Only a great book could end my curse, set me free. Alas, it was not there. Another book of spells and sorcery...could it work? As I read the enchanted words, the lightning renewed its endless assault. Then, silence. The ground shook; the wind snatched the tome away. Freedom from tyranny - I will not obey! The curse returns. I will obey.

by Sean Gebbett (0)
St. Olave's Grammar School, Orpington

Competition - Grim Tales

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