Saturday, 3 February 2018

Talking statues by Lexi

"Sidney, Move!" shouted mum before grabbing her and running to a nearby café for shelter.

"Daddy!" screamed Sidney, kicking her legs and slapping her mother. Her father came running behind, shielding his family from harm.

"Stay away!" he implored, "What have my family ever done to you?" But it was too late, airplanes were already crowding around them, their cannons full of stone bullets. All they could do now was hug and pray. Suddenly they could hear voices starting to count down from ten, "Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one!"
Bang! They had been turned to stone.

1 comment:

  1. What a tense and exciting story Lexi! And what a cliffhanger to end on; what on earth happened next? Your opening sentence immediately caught my attention as a reader, but you then maintained that high standard by subtle changes to the verb each time you introduced new dialogue: "shouted," "screamed" and "implored."
    I'll be recommending your story for this week's Showcase. Well done and keep rising to the Challenge.