WRITER OF THE TERM - Zain Asllan

LITTLE WOMEN

A continuation by Zain Asllan

Ignoring the little demon’s cries, which told her to leave her sister be, Jo dashed in the direction of the little blue hood bobbing above the black water: she knew that she had to save her sister…

Edging nearer the centre of the frozen lake (where Amy fell), she started to slow down. CRACK! The ice under her shattered like a broken heart. She didn't have long until she too would be under the ice with her sister. The ice, which was like graphene, couldn't hold her weight anymore; an arctic cold kissed her foot. “AAGH! Help me! Laurie!” she screamed at the top of her lungs before being shrouded in rotten icy water…

Underneath the surface of the lake, Jo, who was still in shock, made out a silhouette of another human- Amy! Rather cleverly, she was using her skates in attempt to break out of this underwater prison. Tapping Amy on the shoulder, she spun around abruptly before hugging Jo tightly. Barely a moment later, her grip eased, her smurf-like lips released the last oxygen bubbles and her eyes shut: she had lost her sister…

Above the surface of the ice, Meg had heard all the commotion. Curious to root out what created all the noise, she ventured onto the ice. Before her very eyes, she saw the hole they had fallen into. With haste, she called the young Russian in his fur trimmed coat and cap to help her, sobbing and wailing.

“Laurie! Look at what’s happened to my sisters!” she said, unable to control how upset she was.

“No!” screamed Laurie, his eyes brimming with tears as he realised that his best friend had sunk to too the depths of the water…

With a creak in every movement, the barren trees oscillated; with an ominous demeanour, the ink-black crow cawed; with the monstrous intention, the perplexing cave anticipated for its next victim while they cried over the last memories of their loved ones:  a wintry day, cracked ice and a little blue hood forever bobbing…