Literary Journal Issue#5 2011 - Cranbrook School
Literary Journal Issue#5 2011 - Cranbrook School
Literary Journal Issue#5 2011 - Cranbrook School
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BENCHMARK<br />
Mighty Beowulf<br />
King of the Geats<br />
Damaged and dying, Grendel disappeared into the darkness.<br />
Unaware of the threat that remained, the Danes celebrated.<br />
Yet as night fell, they felt the fury of Grendel’s mother.<br />
She came in a rage to wreak revenge<br />
and before dawn, they found Aschere, dead on the floor.<br />
‘Time lost lamenting is time wasted. Let us avenge our friend!’<br />
screamed the furious tribe.<br />
Brave Beowulf led the way to the lake<br />
where deep below, Grendel’s mother lay in wait.<br />
‘Death or destruction, I will face my fate!’<br />
cried Beowulf as he leapt to the lake.<br />
He plummeted into the gloomy green depths.<br />
The icy cold water grabbed his breath away.<br />
Suddenly something tight grabbed his chest …<br />
Beowulf was dragged into an underwater cave.<br />
Gasping and gagging, he found himself face to face with<br />
a hideous hag, Grendel’s mother.<br />
The clash of steel and the striking of claws raced<br />
through the echoing chamber.<br />
With a silver flash of the sword, Grendel’s mother<br />
was slaughtered.<br />
Her bloodied head lay crimson on the dark floor.<br />
Beowulf turned to see Grendel in shock and<br />
With one sweep of the sword Grendel’s head rolled<br />
beside her mother’s.<br />
As Grendel’s blood bubbled to the surface of the lake,<br />
Beowulf’s companions gasped in horror.<br />
Suddenly out burst Beowulf with two heads held high.<br />
The companions raised the head up on spears and cheered<br />
Mighty Beowulf, King of the Geats!<br />
Roly Storch<br />
Year 7<br />
5<br />
In Grandpa’s<br />
House<br />
My eyes shoot open in the gloomy dark,<br />
Slowly adjusting to the light.<br />
I quietly slip out of the warmth of my bed,<br />
Suppressing the urge to shiver.<br />
My bare feet touch the ancient floorboards<br />
that creak and groan; ready to bend and break.<br />
As I stumble blindly to my bedside desk,<br />
grasp a beacon of hope and<br />
switch it on and smile,<br />
my trusty flashlight is dependable.<br />
I creep towards the towering obstacle,<br />
Trying to hide my fear.<br />
Turning the knob for all eternity …<br />
until finally the door swings open.<br />
this is the night, this is the night,<br />
in Grandpa’s house,<br />
I have waited for, all my life.<br />
Poking my head out into empty space,<br />
I check the coast is clear.<br />
My body doesn’t make a sound<br />
as I step out into the corridor.<br />
I raise my flashlight to my next destination;<br />
thin beams of light cut through darkness.<br />
As I tip-toe down polished floors<br />
my heart’s thumping loudly; adrenaline pumping.<br />
Stopping in front of my second obstacle<br />
I pause to catch my breath<br />
and breathe deeply, in and out.<br />
I press my ear against Grandpa’s door, feeling the icy cold.<br />
My heart skips a beat as I hear the rumbling of the old man’s snores<br />
which guarantees my success.<br />
This is the night, this is the night,<br />
in Grandpa’s house,<br />
I have waited for, all my life.<br />
I can barely contain my excitement right now,<br />
but I need to stay focused.<br />
The hardest part dawns and looms silently<br />
in the darkness ahead.<br />
I set out into the obscurity,<br />
guided only by my flashlight.<br />
I search and search and search in the dusty corridor<br />
but I can’t seem to find it.<br />
I can almost hear the laughing now