Writer's Blog: Issue 8

This week we feature an excellent thriller from Year 8 student Lazariah Stavrou, written as part of her creative writing unit in Miss Uglesic’s class.

“I tried Stephanie, I failed, and I am so very sorry,” I say, digging my nails into the grass, feeling the hard dirt underneath my fingernails. I keep her friendship bracelet along with my own and it smells like her. Here I am, at my friend’s grave, while her murderer runs free. How pathetic I am. She just won’t leave me alone until I find the murderer, and she is always in my head, always whispering clues. I try to follow them, I really do, but it is like her killer has disappeared off the face of the earth. I am staring at her name through my haze of tears, tasting the saltiness in my mouth as the tears stream down my face and dry there. I just catch a rusting of leaves, alerting me to someone or something nearby, “Hello?” I call, afraid for the answer. My mouth goes dry when the rustling stops and there is dead silence. My head swivels from side to side trying to pick up where the sound came from. The next thing I know there is a rough hessian bag over my head and the world goes dark.