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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