Short Stories:

The House On The Hill:

This is just a quick story I wrote. I was preparing for my exams I was attempting to be descriptive and use more than one perspective so I decide to write an argument between two characters in their opinion on a house. Hope you enjoy, yours truly: KittyKat

'The house stood on the isolated hill taunting the villagers below. It glared angrily like an old man when teenagers ride past. It was an evil house. Covered with the blood and gore of clueless travellers consumed by the monster. The house was surrounded by spiky trees and a murky fog that will probably choke you before you even make it to the top of the hill, but despite this it still managed to take its victims. The split wood is a waterfall of blood and when you see this sight up close...BOOM...you explode and your blood splatters the land fertilising it for more monsters to grow. Above the house it was always night with horrible lights floating above threatening to take you into the fiery pit of hell. The house was hell.'

'Hey Johnny, just because you're scared of the spiky roses on the hill and the northern lights above the house when night falls over the town doesn't mean you have to strike fear into the eyes of all whom visit this town! The house on the top of the hill is beautiful, with its rose garden paddling down to the bottom.'

'But the monsters! The monsters that will eat you alive and the blood! The blood like a waterfall spewing out of the monstrous houses mouth!'

'You mean the adorable baby wolves playing in the garden and the chocolate fountain soo delicious you feel like your head is exploding. Oh and let me guess the white wood walls, leaving room for children to draw and paint with all the creativity they hold in their tiny minds is the splintered wood filled with blood. And the Northern lights shinning with hope and prosperity and lastly the house, sitting on the top of the hill like a welcoming grandmother about to see her grandchildren. Is the death lights that send you to hell?"

'I am glad you have finally seen the true horror of the house. The torture of...'

'Johnny it's not evil! It's beautiful. Enjoy it while it lasts,'

'But the smell! The smell of the rotting flesh and the gruesome murder of children and poor souls now trapped in the abyss of the house that surrounds the hill like a fog. A murderous ...'

'You mean the smell of roses? They are a symbol of life and nature egging us on to follow our dreams and to be truly happy. Roses are love that speaks life into the eyes of all those whom are lucky enough to witness the smell.'

'Love is a monster feeding on our blood and bones. It's torture. It must be controlling your mind...NOOOOOOOOO!'