Naomi's "Memoirs of India."

In this story, is "indian cloak", is "drawers",
is "globe", is "temple", and is "puzzle".

Slipping my into my , I sat back onto my old chair, managing to sit on my that I was working on earlier.

It set my mind buzzing with memories. I still remember years ago spinning my and putting my short stubby finger on it.

My finger had landed on india, and that is where I went. Not for long. We had just had a rest from the flight, we went to the shops, and my eye was attracted to my . We bought it and headed back to our hotel, only that we were stopped by a in our path.With nowhere to go but the , we walked inside. All I remember was seeing black, then waking up with an on me.

My parents were said to have died by walking under a horse, and I made a lucky escape, but I know better. There were no horses, just the power of black.




The End





 



Story by: Naomi, age 13, UK 




  

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