Laura's "Witches"

In this story, is "hay", is "light",
is "black cat", is "witches finger nails", and is "target".

It was halloween. I simply loved haloween, glowing pumpkins filled with . It was a complete world of dreams.
"Would you like to go trick or treating tonight?" asked my Mother.
"Yes." I replied I loved trick or treating. It was probably one of the best things to do in the year. But this year was different. You'll soon find out why.

The road had just finished. We thought it was a dead end, but it carried on into a deep, dark woods. We finally reached a huge house. Next to it was a huge pile of and even more . Our was to find the witches and banish them from the world. This had been my since I was about five years old.

 

A suddenly ran before our eyes. We ran after it. Soon reaching a cauldron of cackles and wicked spells. Remember our ? It was to banish the witches from the world. We had grabbed handfuls of their , so we threw them as hard as we could. The witches started screaming. We knew they wouldn't get their own ones, and they were allergic to any on else's.

"Go from the world," I said, "And take your s too. you have too many of these monstourous creatures."

And so they sped off and vanished. But that wasn't it. My Trick or treating bag had filled up to the brim. Lots of lovely sweets and other luxurys. The most expensive chocolates and candy had been filled into our bags. I think that was the way we were being thanked.

The End

Story by: Laura, age 10, UK

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