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Arij Yaqoob
Arij Yaqoob
Dukhan English School
The Dark Forest
Published On May 1st 2014
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There it was again, a scream. David sprinted through the looming trees. The voice was getting closer and closer by the second. The scream came again.
He had been strolling past the forest to school when he had heard the scream. He hadn't even thought, he had just run straight into the forest, also known as The Dark Forest. David had been forbidden by his mother and father to enter even a step in this place, and now, he was running into its depths.  He crashed through some trees and into a wide clearing. His mouth dropped open. He was staring at a monster holding a petrified girl.
The monster was covered in hair from head to toe. He had two pointy horns on his head. His hands were the size of a dustbin lid and his teeth were yellow and sharp. The monster looked at David with red gleaming eyes. The monster grinned evilly. He let go of the girl and stepped forwards to grab David. David dodged and ran to the other side of the clearing, where he met the girl. The girl's face was wet with tears. She was still crying and watching the monster frighten.
"Are you OK?" asked David, jumping over a rock the monster threw at him. The girl nodded. She scurried of to hide behind a tree. David shouted at the monster," Let us go and we won't harm you!" The monster laughed loudly. He was distracted. David caught the hand of the girl and turned around to run. The monster realised what was happening and lunged forwards. He missed David by an inch. David ran off into the woods holding the girl's hand.
"Come on! Just a little bit faster!" David told the girl, who was tripping over every branch. There was a stitch in his side. The girl was looking very ill. Her eyes were slightly out of focus and her arms were swinging around without control. David hoped that nothing had gone wrong. They finally arrived at the road.  David started to jog and lead the girl out of the street and down the lane to his house. He saw his mother sitting in the garden bench, worried on where David could be. She saw David with the girl and let out a sigh of relief. But David clothes were torn and there were bruises on his arms and legs. She ran forward to David.
"Where were you? What happened?" asked mother. David explained everything as best as he could. He finished off with his confusion.
“Mum? Why is this girl acting weird? Is she hurt?" asked David, looking concernedly at the girl. But his mother was frozen and her mouth was open as if a cricket ball had just entered her mouth. She pointed a shaking finger to the girl's leg. She whispered.
"Look,"
David spun around and leapt back in shock. The girl had a deep gash running from the side of her lag to the ankle. It looked like the monster had used his claws.
“We need the ambulance! Quick!" David ran into his house and called the hospital. He briefly told them about the girl. In minutes, the ambulance arrived at his house and gently lifted the girl into a stretcher and into the ambulance. Later that day, David got a phone call saying that the girl was dead. She had lost too much blood.
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Comments 28
Zainab SARA THAT IS ENOUGH AND YOU ARE FIGHTING ON EVERY POST ......... I LOVED THE STORY ARIJ KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK Zainab
Jan 17th 2016
 
 
Arij Thanks so much guys! :) And it doesn't really matter to me Sarah. Different people have different opinions. Hope you have a good day! :) Arij
Oct 1st 2015
 
 
mohammad uzair Bad bad bad bad bad bad bad hell Mohammad Uzair
Nov 16th 2014
 
 
Sarah Sarah, Arij just used some words she read in a book that doesn't mean that she cheated. Arij is free to use any words she likes. Sarah
Sep 1st 2014
 
 
Gul Noor I like sad endings. And Sarah, she read the words and used them in her story, that does not count as cheating. You suck. Gul Noor
Jul 24th 2014
 
 
Arij Yes,I'm a girl! Thanks! Arij
Jul 22nd 2014
 
 
mohammad uzair Superb man Mohammad Uzair
Jul 22nd 2014
 
 
mohammad uzair Superb man Mohammad Uzair
Jul 22nd 2014
 
 
mohammad uzair Superb man Mohammad Uzair
Jul 22nd 2014
 
 
mohammad uzair Great Mohammad Uzair
Jul 22nd 2014
 
 
ADA ARIJ I THINK U R VERY NICE R U A GIRL ??? I WILL LOVE TO ADD U Ada
Jun 3rd 2014
 
 
Anam Sarah,I'm shocked.I thought that maybe you're good.And yes,Fatimah's right, SHUT THE HELL UP! Anam
May 24th 2014
 
 
Tooba Great but it was a sad ending Tooba
May 10th 2014
 
 
fatimah Yo Sarah, coping phrases n words from other books is all wat a person needs, to become a writer, but not the whole theme, which Arij didnt, so just SHUT the hell up. Fatimah
May 10th 2014
 
 
Arij Thank you Rabbia! :)))) Arij
May 9th 2014
 
 
Rabbia I like this story at least he tried to help Rabbia
May 8th 2014
 
 
Arij Thanks Raveeha! Arij
May 4th 2014
 
 
Arij This website isn't to see who has the best story Arij
May 4th 2014
 
 
sarah I am rude because u r rude and ur story is nothing compared to mine's Sarah
May 4th 2014
 
 
raveeha Amazing!!!!!!u r an amazing writer n Sarah this story is NOT useless Raveeha
May 3rd 2014
 
 
Arij You're being rude Sarah Arij
May 3rd 2014
 
 
sarah Useless Sarah
May 2nd 2014
 
 
PAKISTAN @SARA taking a line from a book is not cheating. Pakistan
May 2nd 2014
 
 
HAJRA Good story but happy ending will be more appropiate!!!!! Hajra
May 2nd 2014
 
 
sarah 'hand like dustbin lids" you have cheated this from Harry Potter and the philosopher's stone, first chapter, page no. 16 and last fifteenth line. Sarah
May 2nd 2014
 
 
Arij Thanx!I was going to write a happy ending but I changed mind at the last second! Arij
May 1st 2014
 
 
Ahmed I Loved it but again happy endings would have been better Ahmed
May 1st 2014
 
 
maha Sad story!I like happy endings.Good anyway!! Maha
May 1st 2014
 
 

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