A long time ago, when I was a 12 year old, my teacher introduced us to the book “The Mysteries of Harris Burdick”.
I was instantly drawn into it. The pictures, the stories they tell. My imagination ran rampant and I started drafting heaps of stories.
I recently found one of the stories and have typed it up here for you. Reminder, this is from when I was 12…so about 13 years ago:
Mr. Linden’s Library.
As she lay in bed she opened the ancient Greek book, the book was wonderful, the figures were strangely familiar. She began to pronounce them, page after page. In the middle where strange plants were, she began to feel tired, she fell into deep sleep.
She was falling. She heard echos saying her name over and over “Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, wake up, wake up, wake up, come to me, come to me.”
She saw two ghost like looking people coming towards her. The two people were dressed in old fashioned clothes, their eyeballs were missing.
“Sarah, Sarah, remember us? It’s your mummy and daddy, mummy and daddy.”
“No, no, no, no” she screamed.
He had warned her about the book. Now it was too late. She had already opened it. The plants were winding their way around her wrist.
She was in deep sleep.
Her face was changing, she was starting to disappear.
Mr. Linden wrenched the book from her hands and ripped it up. A mysterious tinkle rang through the room.
The girl woke up, she looked pale and surprised.
“Thank you, Mr. Linden. Thank you.”
—-AND THIS IS WHERE IT GETS REALLY LAME— (A/N)
An echo started up and went: “You’re safe now, safe now”.
She said “Why are they saying that stuff and what are they?”
“They’re images from your past life, you see those were your past life parents” Mr Linden said.
“Who was I in my past life?”
“A rich girl” Mr. Linden answered.
So, there you have it.
A story from a 12 year old me.
My teacher wrote a nice comment:
-You enjoy writing Katharine. You are continuing to develop your language and structure.
This think the first part of it was ok. But I should have finished it when she woke up. The bit about being a rich girl is just cringe worthy. You can see where my priorities were when I was that age (If I was a rich girl…Gwen Stefani dance routine time):