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Cafe on the Coastline, by Harry Sword

Harry Sword
Sep 14
2 min read

Updated: 6 days ago

Finnike and Suzzane sat indulging in their soft, fluffy pancakes and warm, frothy hot chocolate. The smile on Suzzane’s face lit up as she gobbled down her delicious breakfast. Dust shook from the rafters, covering Finnike.


“Ewwww!” exclaimed Finnike. He spat away all the dust that lay on his body. He wondered how the dust had fallen on him. It was a clear day. Suspicion grew within him, and he was now alert and watchful. Finnike looked around and realised everyone had disappeared! Everyone except Finnike and Suzzane…


“WHY IS NO ONE HERE?” screamed Suzzane. The silence was like an abandoned graveyard. They cautiously meandered back, alert to any sounds or movements in all directions. Luckily, their parents were busy making lunch: peanut butter and jam sandwiches. Hours later, Suzzane sat on the floor in horror, anxious that something could be happening. Then, from beneath the floorboards, three scratches sounded one by one under poor Suzzane.


The lights flickered on, off and on again. The house rattled, so Finnike tiptoed quietly to his sword room. He picked up the longest and sharpest blade he could find. Suddenly, the door screamed open at the speed of light. He stabbed the creature multiple times, yet it was almost like stabbing a ghost. Dodging slash after slash, he swooshed his blade for what felt like an eternity until blood finally oozed from its leg.


Little did Finnike know that Suzzane was watching the whole scene. She burst into tears and sprinted over to Finnike, wrapping her arms around him.


“Thank you, Finnike!”


Finnike threw the creature out of the window and into the tip. That night, Finnike and Suzzane celebrated by chowing down on a big tub of creamy ice cream. All was normal, in theory, but little did they know that the creature’s minions were seeking revenge, even if their lives depended on it!



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