Tales from the Ridgeway is a collection of stories written by the Year 4 class of 2011/2012 from The Ridgeway Primary School, in Reading.
The stories made have only had the punctuation and... More > occasional grammatical error edited. All the language and ideas are the children's own and no child has been left out, regardless of writing ability.< Less
"I nodded, unwilling to meet his eyes or trust my voice. He was scaring the bejeezus out of me and I didn't know why. His threat was visceral, like suddenly coming face-to-face with a predator... More > in the wild. I found myself wanting to draw as little of his attention to me as possible but he held out his hand. Shit."< Less
"But this was different. I knew how old he was. I knew he was a forerunner. For chrissakes he was covered in fur and looked completely different from any other living hominid I'd ever seen. But... More > his physical reality hadn't struck me to the core like the easy acknowledgement of his three-thousand year old wardrobe."< Less
"I turned toward the two silent Vampyr, surprised when Ti stepped in front of me. There was danger on the wind, but I wasn't sure where it was coming from. Then the Vampyra stepped foward. I... More > stared hard and my jaw dropped. What stared back at me from out of her face was not Constanza."< Less
"... for what little was left I used my shirt. I'd go home and change before dinner. Or I'd be dead and it wouldn't matter anyway. I scooted up on the bed so I could bend over Bob and check his... More > pupils. My hand hovered just above his face when he struck."< Less
He bent me back over his arm, grabbed my hair, pulled my head to the side then bent to gently scrape his fangs across my exposed neck. The angle he had me at allowed me to see the crowd of kids... More > gathered outside my door, with more flowing out of my house as word circulated. 'Oh, shit! He can't mean to kill me in front of all of them! Can he? Where the fuck is Rafe?!' Then I had no more time to wonder or think.
He bit down ...< Less
Gaithewaite was calling my bluff. She gave the Vampyra her daggar. Faster than anyone could have anticipated, Sarai flung me aside and lunged at the mistress. The woman threw her hands up and... More > screamed, leaving her belly unprotected. Sforza was already moving and Gaithewaite stepped in to block his path. As soon as I heard the ring of steel on steel, I knew it was over. I'd lost. I scrambled to my feet and looked for the mistress. She was sitting on the floor, Sarai in front of her, the daggar held in one hand, the blade parallel with her arm. Guard position. She was defending the baby.< Less
"None of it was funny, but the fact that I couldn't even consider a 'worse' was an indicator of my state of mind. The bloodstains on the cross, spatters reaching almost to the cross-beams... More > themselves guaranteed that there was indeed a 'worse'. And it was looming large in my near future."< Less