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A bit short, I know. I used this for my 200 word short story competition in year 6.
It wasn’t a very big box. Nor was it very striking. Its six black sides were smooth to the touch, so much so that once one picked it up, one felt an overwhelming desire never to put it down again. Apart from that, it was deceptively ordinary. The only thing that distinguished it from the clutter of Mother’s study was the regal-looking ‘P’ emblazoned on the lid in gold paint.
Mother had forbidden Katherine to open it long ago. Katherine still remembered that day quite clearly. The visions of her curious five year-old hand slowly moving towards the lid, Mother entering the room, her grey eyes showing a mixed look of horror and shock, Katherine instantly withdrawing her hand from the box, the stern lecture, the reproachful eyes following her every movent. Yes, the memory was vividly alive for Katherine. It had seared itself into her memory not because she had been lectured, but because she had never been given a reason for it. She had only been told never, ever to open the box. As far as she was concerned, she was being lectured because she was a bad person, and that upset her.
She threw a worried glance to each side. The hall was clear, she was sure of it. But for how long? She had to work fast. Her feet made only the slightest sound on the floor as they quickly stole across the hallway. She paused before the door, only to give another furtive glance in both directions.
There was a muted clicking sound as the door edged open. Mother’s study was hard to get to grips with. The enormity of the room was awe-inspiring; row upon row, the books of many great authors lined the shelves, a great desk stood regally at the far wall. Papers and pens, all items on the desk were in their rightful place. But the room no longer awed Katherine, for she only ever thought of what was contained in the bottom draw on the left side of the desk. The thought of what was inside the box mesmerised her. Maybe in was something fantastic, maybe something dark, something secret. But then again, it was equally possible that all it contained was notepaper or something equally mundane. However, undeterred, her fingers curled around the handle of the draw and drew it back with suppressed excitement. There it was! ‘So beautiful and shiny,’ she thought as reached in and seized it.
She grasped the lid and flung it open. Suddenly the room was bathed in the purest white light. She had to close her eyes. When she opened them again, she saw something that brought words to her mouth. Those words never came out.
Katherine was never quite the same after that. She always carried an unerring smile on her face. It was a disconcerting expression. It was the expression of someone who knows something; something they shouldn’t know.
It wasn’t a very big box. Nor was it very striking. Its six black sides were smooth to the touch, so much so that once one picked it up, one felt an overwhelming desire never to put it down again. Apart from that, it was deceptively ordinary. The only thing that distinguished it from the clutter of Mother’s study was the regal-looking ‘P’ emblazoned on the lid in gold paint.
Mother had forbidden Katherine to open it long ago. Katherine still remembered that day quite clearly. The visions of her curious five year-old hand slowly moving towards the lid, Mother entering the room, her grey eyes showing a mixed look of horror and shock, Katherine instantly withdrawing her hand from the box, the stern lecture, the reproachful eyes following her every movent. Yes, the memory was vividly alive for Katherine. It had seared itself into her memory not because she had been lectured, but because she had never been given a reason for it. She had only been told never, ever to open the box. As far as she was concerned, she was being lectured because she was a bad person, and that upset her.
She threw a worried glance to each side. The hall was clear, she was sure of it. But for how long? She had to work fast. Her feet made only the slightest sound on the floor as they quickly stole across the hallway. She paused before the door, only to give another furtive glance in both directions.
There was a muted clicking sound as the door edged open. Mother’s study was hard to get to grips with. The enormity of the room was awe-inspiring; row upon row, the books of many great authors lined the shelves, a great desk stood regally at the far wall. Papers and pens, all items on the desk were in their rightful place. But the room no longer awed Katherine, for she only ever thought of what was contained in the bottom draw on the left side of the desk. The thought of what was inside the box mesmerised her. Maybe in was something fantastic, maybe something dark, something secret. But then again, it was equally possible that all it contained was notepaper or something equally mundane. However, undeterred, her fingers curled around the handle of the draw and drew it back with suppressed excitement. There it was! ‘So beautiful and shiny,’ she thought as reached in and seized it.
She grasped the lid and flung it open. Suddenly the room was bathed in the purest white light. She had to close her eyes. When she opened them again, she saw something that brought words to her mouth. Those words never came out.
Katherine was never quite the same after that. She always carried an unerring smile on her face. It was a disconcerting expression. It was the expression of someone who knows something; something they shouldn’t know.
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A bit short, I know. I used this for my 200 word short story competition in year 6.
It wasn’t a very big box. Nor was it very striking. Its six black sides were smooth to the touch, so much so that once one picked it up, one felt an overwhelming desire never to put it down again. Apart from that, it was deceptively ordinary. The only thing that distinguished it from the clutter of Mother’s study was the regal-looking ‘P’ emblazoned on the lid in gold paint.
Mother had forbidden Katherine to open it long ago. Katherine still remembered that day quite clearly. The visions of her curious five year-old hand slowly moving towards the lid, Mother entering the room, her grey eyes showing a mixed look of horror and shock, Katherine instantly withdrawing her hand from the box, the stern lecture, the reproachful eyes following her every movent. Yes, the memory was vividly alive for Katherine. It had seared itself into her memory not because she had been lectured, but because she had never been given a reason for it. She had only been told never, ever to open the box. As far as she was concerned, she was being lectured because she was a bad person, and that upset her.
She threw a worried glance to each side. The hall was clear, she was sure of it. But for how long? She had to work fast. Her feet made only the slightest sound on the floor as they quickly stole across the hallway. She paused before the door, only to give another furtive glance in both directions.
There was a muted clicking sound as the door edged open. Mother’s study was hard to get to grips with. The enormity of the room was awe-inspiring; row upon row, the books of many great authors lined the shelves, a great desk stood regally at the far wall. Papers and pens, all items on the desk were in their rightful place. But the room no longer awed Katherine, for she only ever thought of what was contained in the bottom draw on the left side of the desk. The thought of what was inside the box mesmerised her. Maybe in was something fantastic, maybe something dark, something secret. But then again, it was equally possible that all it contained was notepaper or something equally mundane. However, undeterred, her fingers curled around the handle of the draw and drew it back with suppressed excitement. There it was! ‘So beautiful and shiny,’ she thought as reached in and seized it.
She grasped the lid and flung it open. Suddenly the room was bathed in the purest white light. She had to close her eyes. When she opened them again, she saw something that brought words to her mouth. Those words never came out.
Katherine was never quite the same after that. She always carried an unerring smile on her face. It was a disconcerting expression. It was the expression of someone who knows something; something they shouldn’t know.
It wasn’t a very big box. Nor was it very striking. Its six black sides were smooth to the touch, so much so that once one picked it up, one felt an overwhelming desire never to put it down again. Apart from that, it was deceptively ordinary. The only thing that distinguished it from the clutter of Mother’s study was the regal-looking ‘P’ emblazoned on the lid in gold paint.
Mother had forbidden Katherine to open it long ago. Katherine still remembered that day quite clearly. The visions of her curious five year-old hand slowly moving towards the lid, Mother entering the room, her grey eyes showing a mixed look of horror and shock, Katherine instantly withdrawing her hand from the box, the stern lecture, the reproachful eyes following her every movent. Yes, the memory was vividly alive for Katherine. It had seared itself into her memory not because she had been lectured, but because she had never been given a reason for it. She had only been told never, ever to open the box. As far as she was concerned, she was being lectured because she was a bad person, and that upset her.
She threw a worried glance to each side. The hall was clear, she was sure of it. But for how long? She had to work fast. Her feet made only the slightest sound on the floor as they quickly stole across the hallway. She paused before the door, only to give another furtive glance in both directions.
There was a muted clicking sound as the door edged open. Mother’s study was hard to get to grips with. The enormity of the room was awe-inspiring; row upon row, the books of many great authors lined the shelves, a great desk stood regally at the far wall. Papers and pens, all items on the desk were in their rightful place. But the room no longer awed Katherine, for she only ever thought of what was contained in the bottom draw on the left side of the desk. The thought of what was inside the box mesmerised her. Maybe in was something fantastic, maybe something dark, something secret. But then again, it was equally possible that all it contained was notepaper or something equally mundane. However, undeterred, her fingers curled around the handle of the draw and drew it back with suppressed excitement. There it was! ‘So beautiful and shiny,’ she thought as reached in and seized it.
She grasped the lid and flung it open. Suddenly the room was bathed in the purest white light. She had to close her eyes. When she opened them again, she saw something that brought words to her mouth. Those words never came out.
Katherine was never quite the same after that. She always carried an unerring smile on her face. It was a disconcerting expression. It was the expression of someone who knows something; something they shouldn’t know.