Sophia

The next morning Brent's little sister Ava slowly crept down the stairs making sure nobody could hear her, she slowly opened the front door and walked out. While she was on her way to the library she thought she could hear moaning, but it was probably just the trees rustling in the wind. She walked up the front steps of the library very quickly keen to get inside and start researching. She found that the libraries one and only computer was taken so she went to the front desk and asked if there were any books on 'Sophia'. The librarian said she would look and find out for her so after 5 minutes of waiting she finally got the answer she had been waiting for, that there were many books that mentioned a girl called Sophia and there even was a article in a old newspaper! So Ava set to work scanning through the books trying to find anything that could help her find more information. Suddenly she came upon a chapter called "The Mysterious Sophia" she scanned the first page to see if it was the right Sophia, and  it was! She read the chapter and took some notes. Then she reached for the article, there was a small picture of a young girl with the tagline underneath it of "Curious Death of Sophia Archibald" she read the article and found that the information in it was very useful AND it matched up to the story from the book. 1 hour after she had got there she suddenly remembered nobody knew where she was so she quickly packed up her things and rushed home thanking the librarian for her help as she went. 

When she arrived home her mother was pacing the length of the front room and glancing out of the window, when I walked in. When she saw me her eyes shone with anger, "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN AVA?!!" I quickly replied researching a story that Brent told me last night, my mother replied " Oh Ava, those stories that Brent tells you are not true! They are made up rumours from school, he just likes to scare you!" But Mom! This one IS real! In the library there was an article on it and there were many books that stated the disappearance of Sophia, "What did you say? Did you say the name Sophia?" I instantly drew back thinking that I was about to be ridiculed for what I said. "Ava, sit down I need to tell you something". Minutes passed as my mother told me the story of Sophia. Half an Hour later I drew back again In shock, I screamed HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME THIS?! my mother replied in a soft tone "I didn't think you knew about the story" WELL YOU WERE WRONG THERE!. I ran up to my room furious with her I kept thinking how could she not tell me her own sister was killed in a crash...

Sophia

May 19th 1956, a little girl was walking around the township of Thunder bay with her mother, it was a sunny afternoon. At around 3:36pm a black car idled into the town centre. Stopping at a red light. when it turned green, the car sped off down the road at a life threatening speed. Sophia and her mother started to cross the road, the black car sped towards them at an alarming speed, it was to late the black car couldn't stop and Sophia and her mother were both killed, Brent finished the story, his little sister was shaking uncontrollably "what happened to Sophia?" Some say she still walks these streets on warm afternoons looking for revenge.

TO BE CONTINUED...

~Sophia~

On a cold autumn morning, a little girl in woollens wandered through the willow tree lined streets, calling 'Mummy?' The little girl had died 57 years ago, she is the ghost of thunder bay, she walks the streets on cold mornings dripping blood from the wound in her head, she died in a car accident. She walks slowly around the bay, and if anybody gets in her way, a see through car suddenly appears and runs them over. The people of the bay have learned never to go for morning walks, as they will most likely be crushed by Sophia.
Coming soon, Sophia the story of the little girl who haunts Thunder Bay

Holiday

Holiday at the beach under the sun.
Pohutakawa's waving in the wind.
A typical kiwi Christmas till the end.
Holiday in the snow.
Holiday in the rain.
Holiday in all types of weather.
Oh what a holiday it must be.

This is a poem that I made up on the spot, it is not that good. :)

Tears of life

I walk through all the bodies, all of the bodies of people who were brave, people who tried. They did not deserve to die, I did not try I was not brave but I am here. As I walk past the bodies of young and old I sob quietly, I stopped, looking at the scared face of a five year old, she tried to save me, she died for me. I lean down and start to cry, my tears fall onto her face. Once I stopped I thought I saw her move, I must be crazy! A dead girl can't move . Then her eyes opened I pinched myself to make sure I was not dreaming, she sat up staring into my face her bright blue eyes penetrated my heart. She whispered something "you survived, because you can revive the dead, as you have done with me" immediately I stood up, rushing to the aid of the dead slowly I made my way around dropping one tear on each of their faces. I eventually reached my parents, their faces looked so peaceful I cried my tears they fell softly onto their faces, I stood up they opened their eyes and said "hi darling, thank you" .

. . .For IzzI

You scare me, but I love you for it, your life may not be perfect, nobody's is. You may think am an idiot, I don't care. I love you as a friend, IzzI, and I want the whole world to know! 

Xx Anna

Part of a song.

All of tonight is open,and I'm hanging on, on to you. Part of a song I am working on :D  © Anna Morrison-Hill 2013