The homeless woman - Part 2

I folded the letter up and put it in my pocket. Deciding to not start sorting out any more  I picked up the phone and rung my best friend, Jessie. I asked her to come over to my new place, that I needed to show her something I found - the letter and jar.

In about 20 minutes Jessie was knocking on the door, a serious expression on her face, like a surgeon about to do an operation. I showed her the letter and the jar, as soon as she held the jar her fingers reached up to the lid, about to open it. I quickly grabbed it out of her hands and she looked dazed as soon as it left her grasp. "That thing is dangerous Molly, what are you gonna do?"
"Thats the problem, I don't know yet. Lock it up? Smash it?"
"Try them both, locking it up first" she replied. So we went into the cellar where the big safe was kept. I punched in the code and the door sprang open. Carefully placing the jar into the safe and locking, a wave of relief washed over me.
So we went upstairs a chilled until...

-Part 3 coming soon-

The Homeless Woman - Part 1

I had just moved out of home and into my late Grandmother's house - I had inherited it. The house was quite big but it was still filled with Grandma's old, eccentric stuff. Mum had suggested holding a car boot sale to get rid of it but I had protested that I got to choose what I chucked and what I kept. I mean, some of this stuff was pretty cool and is probably worth a fortune.
So, one day I started shifting through a large pile of stuff near the fire place. Something caught my eye - a ceramic jar with intricate carvings and ancient looking symbols sitting on the mantelpiece. I stood up and carefully picked up the jar and oddly, I heard whispering. It seemed to be coming from the jar. "Open me... Please... It's your fate, your destiny.... Do it!" The voice was tempting, soft and made me feel drawn to it. Like a siren's singing.
My hand slowly crept up towards the lid of the jar, temptation rising. My instincts kicked in, and I snatched my hand away, and put the jar back on the mantelpiece.
Then I noticed a piece of paper sticking out of a crack in the mantelpiece, I took it out and started reading. It was from my Grandmother. It read:
'Dear Molly,
If you are reading this then I have passed away and you have moved into my house. This is a warning. Do NOT, under any circumstances open that jar on the mantelpiece. In the end, what's inside it will take over you, cause you to do things you'd never even think about doing. It will bring you misery and pain and its irreversible.'

-Next part out soon-

How I became a solider Part 5

They wanted me to fight in the war on THEIR SIDE. The only reason they put me down gently is because they wanted me to put all my last remaining strength in fight for THEM. So they put on my feet gently.As soon as they let go me I collapsed to the ground, I lay there, looking lifeless but I wasn't dead (I wished I was). I was breathing heavily, and it looked like it was the end of me, so I closed my eyes and was prepared to die. When one of the soldiers kicked me in the ribs, I jerked and he had knocked all the breath out of me. I just died when he did that. You may be thinking then how is she writing this. I am writing this in heaven as an Angel with my best friend. He doesn't have a hole in his head anymore. We were watching the war from up in heaven and with a little help from us we won the war. Oh and the soldiers which tortured me and killed my little friend dies horribly, I'm not saying but I laughed when it happened.

                                                     THE END!

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How I became a solider Part 4

Nothing worked. I wouldn't tell a thing.
"Just kill her! She's no use to us, she won't tell." He cried out in frustation.
"No! I have one more trick up my sleeve" The other man said smiling.
So they walked out the room. I could here them whispering but I couldn't make out what they were actually saying.
They walked in smiling smugly, and then said "Come with me"
"I can't I'm tied to a chair, thicko" I replied.
"Oh Yeah. Don't talk to me like that or we'll kill all your family"
"Oh No! I forgot about my family, I was too busy thinking about not telling that I'd totally forgot that they existed" I thought to myself.

They untied me from the chair but then tied my hands behind my back so I couldn't fight them. But
I couldn't if I wanted to, I was weak and could barely stand. They saw that and untied my hands and got an arm each and dragged me along the floor.

They gently put me in the van ( you'll find out later why). And drove off to a battleground...

How I became a solider Part 3

But it was too late. The man had pulled the trigger and BANG. He dropped to the floot and lay there lifeless.Blood on the foor around his head. I couldn't believe this was happening. What had he done to them? I sat there staring in horror.
"Right tell us what you know" The man yelled into my ear.
"No! My country dosen't desevere to be ruled by idiots!" I shouted back.
"Ok then, you will talk wheather you want to or not." He said smiling.

That's when the torture began. They killed all the other kiddies and was left with me. They wanted answers and they planned on getting them. The first thing they did to me was stabbing a knife in my leg.
"AAAGGGGHHHHH!!!!"I screamed in utter pain.
"Tell us now and you get a nice painless death" He siad.
"You'll get nothing from me." I yelled at him.

And so the torturing went on. I didn't know how much more I could take.

How I became a solider Part 2

Part 2

They took us to this camp sort of thing. But I wouldn't like to go to it like a summer camp. It was a TORTURE camp! Thye wanted info, and that was where is all your valubales?
They locked us in the cellar then one by one. They let us out and tied us to a chair and said
"What do have? And where do you keep it? We will rule your country but we need money first to conquer it!"
"We have nothing, so get lost and leave us alone!" I cried in pain. the ropes were cutting into my wrists.
"You think we'll go just like that? Foolish girl!" He laughed. Then he whistled and another solider walked into the dank room. But a small boy with blonde hair and light blue eyes followed. I gasped it was my best friend. I know he's 5 and all but I had no one else to play with on my street, I strated to like him and we becaime best friends. As soon as he saw me he ran up to me and hugged me. I would of hugged him back if I wasn't  tied up.
"Don't you DARE Do anything to him!" I screamed.
"Tell us what you know then." He replied smugly.
"B-but I c-can't, I w-won't, I d-don't k-know what t-to do!" I stammered back.
Then the other man took a pistol out of his pocket and put it against the little boy's head, then said
"Tick tock, tick tock, tell us now and we don't touch him" He said evilily.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, then I'd made up my mind I'd tell them everything. But.....

How I beacame a solider (A bit gory)

Part 1...

I was sitting in my bedroom listening to some music, when Mum burst in through the door. Something was seriously wrong... She said, "Lily, get in the car NOW!"
"Why?" I replied.
"Just do it, we need to get out of here as soon as we can"
So I walked out of my house with a small bag containing  a few things of mine. When we reached the front gate, a solider dragged me away from my Mum.
"NOOOO! Let Me Go!" I screamed in pain because he was pulling my hair.
"Shut up little girly" He demanded. (Just it was in a Mexican accent.)
Then I realised we were at war with Mexico. Mum was just standing there, watching this happen to me, how could she?

Lot's of children were being dragged off by these bulky soliders. There was this huge van, which he chucked me violently into. I was the oldest one in that van. It was full of battered 5 yr olds and 6 yr olds. They were crying for their Mums and screaming. Some were sitting in a huddle, terrified. A man jumped in the fromt seat and drove off with us....