The Ring

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Grade 5 By Stevie McBobby

Submitted: August 22, 2016

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Submitted: August 22, 2016




The Ring by Stevie McBobby







A piercing pain shot through my arm. My whole body felt like it was on fire. Everything was numb. It was getting harder and harder to breathe. It felt like a tank was on my chest. All I could hear was fuzzy thudding footsteps coming closer and closer until I see what could be the last thing I ever see. A dark shadow leaning over me. My vision was fading. A tremendous pain came stabbing through my back like I was being torn apart. My final thought was: why did I have to take the ring? “Put him with the rest!” demanded a deep voice. Then everything faded…


“Wake up!” urges a distant voice. “Hurry!” I groan, every bone in my body felt like it had been jumped on by an elephant.

“Now!” I feel a sharp pain in the side of my head.

“What was that for?”

“I’ll do it again if I have to!”

I stand up but as soon as I do I regret it. All the pain from before felt like a massage compared to this pain.

“Where am I?”

“I don’t know but I don’t think I want to.”

“Follow me.” The stranger called, closer now. One small flaw in that plan, it was pitch black. For the next five minutes it was all stumbling around in the dark until we found an exit. There was a loud hissing sound coming from the otherside of the room.

“Hurry up!” demanded the voice

“Why should I follow you?” I replied.

“Just do it!” So I open the door. It takes a few minutes for my eyes to adjust to the bright light. Only now did I realize how bas the stench of rotting flesh was. Easy escape.

“Hey where’d they go!” yelled a deep voice, so much for an easy escape.

“Run!” shouted the stranger. Red lights were flashing everywhere. Alarms are going of like crazy. All the exits are blocked of. Nowhere to go.


I closed my eyes and braced for impact. BANG! A gun fired, but not at me. I slowly opened my eyes, one of the guards was laying on the floor not moving. The other had his rifle aimed at a man in the doorway with brown hair (The rest was hidden by his outfit). He was also pointing a pistol at the guard.

“Go!” He shouted.

“Now!” even louder this time. The stranger grabs my arm like a human handcuff with an iron grip.

“What’s that smell?” Said the stranger. I could now see the stranger was a girl with black hair, blue eyes and as tall as a sky scraper. What was that smell?

“Smells like smoke!” The girl quivered. I took a quick glance behind me. Fire. We ran through the door with the man urging us to go. The fire was getting worse now, I could even taste it and believe me you do not want to know how it tastes. We swiftly turned around a corner and skidded to a halt. More fire. We had nowhere to go, again. I spotted a window high up on the wall. The only problem was we couldn’t reach it. I felt the girl tug me down onto the floor. She had passed out. I tried waking her. I couldn’t. I never thought it would end like this. Trapped with a stranger I don’t know, in some weird place, either burned or suffocated to death.


‘One last attempt at the window.’ I thought. I ripped a patch of cloth from, my sleeve. I leaped as high as I can, desperately hoping to break the glass. I notice the smallest piece of glass fall down into the fire with a hiss. Yes! I do it again but with a bigger shard of glass this time. All it takes is two more tries before the whole window gives way. I heave the girl over at least I try to. I strain myself trying to lift her up. I spot a small trapdoor underneath us. I open it and I realize, dreams do come true. Inside was a small step ladder. Standing on the small step ladder I manage to shove the girl through but now I’m stuck in. I leap up higher than I ever have before. I strain my back. As I’m going through I smack my head on the window seal which just happens to be metal. I fall onto the cold wet dirt outside as my vision fades, I glimpse the dark hazy figure of the girl struggling to stand up. I hear her groan. My senses are fading. The last thing I remember is what started all this. Opening a chest that washed up on the shore. Putting on the ring. Seeing the dark figure saying “Put him with the rest!” Then everything faded.


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