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6M P8 |
LINES By Pam Henry |
A work of fiction for children aged 8+
Synopsis Wintertime, more snow than anyone has ever seen, and with the ice and snow and biting, swirling wind comes something else, something with a mission and a message to deliver. Not many people will understand, so it needs to target a particular family, whose ears are tuned to the language it speaks. The snow is choosing where it falls and the wind is targeting where it wants to blow. A voice is heard by Stoke, a Staffordshire bull terrier belonging to Ross Edwards. Ross hears a few garbled messages, seeming to come from the snow and the wind, but he doesn’t understand until Christmas Eve, when his grandmother comes to stay.
Chapter One - First Words There was a sound, not very loud, and he couldn’t tell where it was coming from. He was in the house on his own; it was late afternoon in winter and just thinking about getting dark. He stood in the hall and listened, he could still hear it but very faintly now; was it coming from upstairs? He flew up the stairs two at a time and stood quietly on the landing, his heart was pounding. It was definitely a sort of sighing and he thought he’d heard something like it before. He was at the top of the stairs looking down, there it was again, louder this time, there was someone in the living room. He barely touched the carpet going down, doing a three-sixty round the banister rail at the bottom, he shot along the hall, straight across the room at the end, and with his back to the patio doors facing the fireplace, his head jerked sharply towards each of the four corners, no-one there. He didn’t dare move for a moment, but he knew it was impossible for anyone to get into the house, the doors were all locked and only the family had keys.
Chapter Two. Ghost Story
That skill has now been lost, the stones have long since been moved, and the earth has been quiet for a long long time; the energy has faded and died away to nothing because no-one’s been listening. We’ve been overtaken by science and technology, caused untold damage around the globe and most people have forgotten about the earth itself - but not the people of Wessex. There will be a voice in a language that can be understood; perhaps it will be the wind in the trees, or the lapping of water, or crackling in a fire, one way or another the earth will make itself known.
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Cold air found its way under the door and round the curtain, its fingers kept tickling Ross on the back of the neck. The service galloped on much more quickly than they’d expected; perhaps the vicar still had Christmas presents to wrap. There were the usual carols and readings, culminating as always with O Come, All Ye Faithful ; whilst this last old song was booming round the church, the curtain over the door had shivered to such an extent that it had moved aside completely, leaving the door clear. As the congregation reached the final roof-lifting chorus, the wind whistling under the door reached its own crescendo, spitting out a furious message in an icy rasping voice it whispered. ROSS! LISSSSTEN!
Chapter Three Down To Earth
The first time was the day the snow began, you guys had gone out and Dad was late getting home. There was a wind blowing, but it wasn’t the wind, it was a hissing whisper coming from under every door in the house, but I couldn’t make out any words; I was scared stiff, I thought we had ghosts or a poltergeist or something. Then there was the day we had to be collected from school. There was a problem getting people in and out of the car park because of the slope, so we all had to go out the top gate and round the side path. I’d forgotten my clarinet so I was behind everyone else, and when I came round the side of the building it was as though I was inside a tiny whirlwind, it seemed to be trying to hold me in one place. I was really frightened, but I managed to push my way through and I pelted down the path to Dad’s car, as I ran it hissed after me. The last time was Christmas Eve ..
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As they started to climb the first bank, they all heard it at once, there was a distant but distinct pinging sound coming from the next ridge. No-one spoke and the dogs had no inclination to run ahead, with every step they took up the bank they gained a better view of the ridge beyond, and as they drew closer to the second steep bank they saw something crouched low at the foot of the next incline. This was certainly the source of the pinging sound, the kids edged quietly forward but the dogs held back, the sound was obviously more piercing to their ears. They could see a dull green light coming from under a small grey dome. Ross got close enough to touch it and found that the outer skin of the dome was soft, it pressed in as he pushed it with his fingers. They all leapt back as the side of the dome opened and a curved edged segment folded back on each side. The green light spewed out across the carpet of snow and mingled with the falling flakes, pervading the whole area with a green haze. |