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The Butterfly

Rosanna walked through the forest - butterfly ahead - twisting and turning between the hand-like branches of the trees. The moon was up, shining a path, guiding her way. She heard a rustling in the trees. What's that? she thought. She ignored it, following the butterfly deeper into the woods and further away from her family. Then the butterfly stopped. It fluttered to her hand. Rosanna looked at the thing of beauty. She started to feel dizzy; her vision started to blur. Suddenly, the butterfly sank its venomous black teeth into her hand. She collapsed to the ground. All went black.

by Rachel Bamford (13)
Bristol Cathedral Choir School, Bristol

Competition - Spine-Chillers

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