Young Storykeeper Volume III

82 | STORYKEEPERS VOLUME III AGE NINE | 83
Molly and Jake were dragged by the current
into a dark, smelly, creepy sewer. They
bravely kept swimming until the water was
too shallow. They continued through the
sewer on foot until they reached a rusty, old
iron door. Leaning all their weight against
it, they managed to open it enough to slip
through. Surprisingly, they found themselves
in the basement of the mini market.
Molly and Jake’s teeth were chattering
with cold and fear.
“Who are you?” boomed a loud voice.
They spied a burly man in the shadows
of the basement. Before they could answer,
he grabbed them roughly by their hoods and
shoved them into a cold cellar.
Once he was out of sight, Molly started
rummaging around the cellar, looking for
anything to help them escape.
“Help me, Jake,” she whispered.
She found a strange glowing bottle
hidden beneath some dusty old rags. She
peered through the darkness and read the
faint words, Love Potion, on the grimy bottle.
Moments later, the frightening man returned.
His skin was covered in angry-looking
tattoos. He was bald and he also had a large
piercing in his left ear.
In desperation, Molly wrenched the
cork out of the bottle and flung the bottle
towards their captor. His jaw fell open in
surprise, allowing some droplets to dive
down his throat. He suddenly began to act
like a love-sick puppy!
Now was their chance to escape. They
picked the lock and escaped.
They were safe.
Lucy O’Carroll
Co Wicklow
THE TATTOOED MAN
It was a gloomy morning at Hook Lighthouse.
The Marshal family had barely anything to
eat as the local mini-market had been closed
for days now. The market had served the
Marshal family for centuries, but rumour had
it that a vicious murder had taken place in
the basement of the market. So Frank the
lighthouse keeper had forbidden his children,
Molly and Jake, from entering.
“You don’t want to be late for school
Mol,” her father called loudly.
They slipped on their coats, grabbed
their folders and headed off for school. Their
boat was waiting for them as usual down by
the dock. They hopped in, untied the rope
and set off. It was quite a rough sea that
day, so they were very careful.
“We might be slightly late, Jake,” Molly
muttered, as she steered the tiller carefully.
As Molly was steering, Jake spotted a
HUGE wave.
“Molly!” Jake shouted. “There is a
massive wave coming our way!”
Was Jake just joking, she wondered, or
was it real? Molly turned around and spotted
a GIGANTIC wave.
“You’re right!” she screamed.
“Steer!” he shouted.
Molly frantically turned the tiller one
hundred and eighty degrees. But the wave
still arched over their tiny vessel and – splash!
– it exploded over them. They were forced
under the water by the powerful wave. The
planks of wood from their destroyed vessel
bobbed on the surface. They too rose to the
choppy surface and luckily found a buoy to
clutch onto. But they dipped back under the
water.