Global Classroom Creative Writing Anthology 2015
Emeya, the Mountain of Many Secrets
Erin had never climbed this high before, nor seen such a beautiful sight.
Two weeks ago, Erin had only just heard of the forgotten discovery of Mt. Emeya; the fire mountain of Akinstan. Her father had been here before, long ago, and stood on the
rocky, steep, slopes. Tears ran down Erin’s pale cheeks as she remembered the untimely death of her beloved Pa. She never knew that she would see what her father saw
before his last night-yet she was here, standing where he stood 9 years ago, seeing the same epic sight he saw in his beautiful blue eyes.
Erin closed her eyes, thinking that this was just a dream, or a miracle that was just unimaginable-unforeseeable! She opened them, ready to face facts and find herself back
in her tattered old bedroom at home. However, Erin saw four giant poles made out of precious marble towering above her, making her suddenly feel so small and helpless.
Looking down, great golden temples covered with a greenish ivy and twisted vines gleamed in the moonlight, rooted firmly to the cold, stone ground.
As Erin decided to take a closer look at the ancient structures and sat forlornly on the edge of the historical mountain, she realized that the temples were built inside the four
carved, religious poles. The mighty jungle of ancient history surrounded the magnificent monuments, wrapping around and engulfing them like a thick, olive green blanket.
Erin looked up at the heavens with her mysterious hazel eyes. She stood still, not wanting to break the peaceful silence. There was a gush of strong wind, followed by a sweet
scent of the forest berries her Ma used to use to make those mouth-watering berry tarts. The sky was silent and lit by the misty silver crescent moon and glittering stars
scattered around the pale white Milky Way. In the corner of her eye, the elegant horoscope, the Ursa Major, looked down at Erin’s saddened eyes. Their eyes met, silver and
hazel. A swift, soft breeze was blowing in Erin’s face, making a dreamy sound in her ears. Beneath her, a long, flowing river drifted the tropical jungle to sleep. It was reflecting
the moon-lit sky like a giant mirror; the fancy type that Erin saw in her local barber’s shop.
As daylight came closer and closer, the Milky Way gleamed brighter and brighter; as if washing away the daylight. Softly, like an angel, the breeze hummed a tune in Erin’s ear,
Erin smelt the tempting smell of forest nectar and felt her eyelids getting heavier and heavier until she drifted off into sleep…..
All was silent as the scarlet sun emerged over the jade green jungle.
Written by Chloe Huang, Year 4, The British School of Beijing, Sanlitun
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Terror
Picture (if you can) the most horrifying sunset in the world. A sunset where the sky swirls, with patches of red and black, wrapping up the world in a blanket of terror.
Shadows loomed everywhere. A long, muddy corridor stretched forward, only it didn’t have a roo