The Railway Children by Khalid


Posted by 5s | Posted in General News | Posted on 02-05-2013

As the children and their mother approached towards the old, wooden cottage, Bobbie glanced around the vast field of bare trees and uncut grass. She looked up at the dark, sky which sprawled across, as far as the eye can see, holding the glowing moon and the sparkling stars. Everyone jumped, surprised at the sound of bats rapidly flapping their wings and owls hooting. “What’s that?” Enquired Phyllis.

“Just a rat,” replied Peter. The children strolled nearer to the cottage and when they reached their destination, Bobbie carefully picked up the thick, red mat and fiddled to find the long key. She picked it up struggling to turn the lock as she slowly inserted it in the small keyhole. The small door finally opened with some manpower and it gave a loud creek. As Bobbie opened the door, she felt as if she was being swallowed by the darkness.

As the children settled into the cottage, they lit plenty of candles to give the small room a bit of light. Exhausted by their journey, the children sat down hungrily. “Can we have something to eat?” asked the children, their stomachs rumbling.

“Yes, but not too much though,” replied their, mother. He children rushed to unpack their food and they gulped it down ravenously. Five minutes later, when they had finished their food, they walked upstairs to their bedrooms. Peter was scared because he thought the panelled floor would give way. They went to sleep on the golden straw beds but they couldn’t fall asleep wondering why they had to be here.

The next few days went very fast for the children. All they did was sit by the railway watching the huge cats and trains go by. After that, they would go back to their old cottage to eat dinner.

One cold evening, while the children and their mother were eating, Bobbie went to re-light the fire that the howling wind had blew out. She slowly and carefully walked over to the large, dull fireplace and made a fire using firewood. Just then, Bobbie found a tiny, alcove hidden to the naked eye. She quickly slid the thick, heavy wall of stone and peeped around the hollow and cold room. Just when she was about to discover further, a low voice called from the other room. “Come on Roberta. Come on and finish your dinner,” said her mother. Bobbie quickly slid the stone wall back ad hurried over to finish her food. After dinner, the children went to bed of their small, straw beds. Bobbie wet to bed earlier than all of them because she wanted to wake up early and carry on discovering the secret room.

The next day was a sunny and glorious day. When she woke up, Bobbie changed her clothes rapidly and rushed down the wooden stairs. Within minutes, Bobbie was at the fireplace opening the secret door. When it was open, Bobbie called the other children to go with her. Walking with the other the children at her side, Bobbie proceeded further into the passage.

As soon as the children were in the middle of the dilapidated passage, Phyllis jumped behind Bobbie at the sound of rumbling rocks. “I can hear something. What is it?” asked Phyllis, petrified.

“Look there!” shouted Peter. Up above the ceiling had started falling in.

“Let’s get out of here!” screamed Peter. The children climbed up the huge stones and jumped above the hole to find the railway. “Oh no! The train will be arriving in three minutes and that cart is broken!” Shouted Roberta, at the top of her voice. There, in the middle of the track was a cart that had broken down and the wood that had dug into the horse. “How should we stop the train from arriving her? Yelled Phyllis, scared and worried, while Peter stood rooted to the ground as if he was stuck firm to the floor. “You two stay here,” Bobbie replied. “I will run to the signal box,” she continued, taking full charge of the desperate and tricky situation. Then with not a signal moment to spare, she was off, leaving a huge cloud of thick dust trailing behind her. As she was swiftly approaching the signal box, Bobbie heard a great sound of whistle far away in the distance. Then, some small pebbles and a clump of soil flew aside while a huge, grey cloud flew into the clear, blue sky blinding the beautiful view of the hilly countryside. “The train is coming. I need to act fast,” Bobbie muttered under her breath.

Soon, Bobbie found herself standing in front of a small signal box with a tall man sleeping on an oak wooden chair. Just then, the horse on the track gave a loud shriek which was drowned by the sound of the deafening roar of the train. The driver, a bulky man dressed in navy blue clothes, was just zooming past the great hills and old grass. Within minutes, the train was just a hundred metres away from the accident. “Stop the train!” Shouted Bobbie at the top of her voice. Still, the metal wheels of the heavy train carried on spinning rapidly as the signal man was still fast asleep while snoring heavily. Now Bobbie had to take charge of the situation. The train was not far away as Bobbie ran to the levers and grasped them. With all her might, she pulled the lever down but it wouldn’t budge. Then, with a final pull, the lever snapped.

Luckily, the train jerked just in time as it saw the signal to stop, while Bobbie turned pale white instantly and fell to the ground. After that, the man in the train quickly jumped out of the train and went to inspect the accident. He called the other people from the railway and the injured horse was treated. The tall driver asked the children what had happened and they said that their sister had gone to the signal box. Then, the driver and the children hurried over to the signal box to find Bobbie lying on the cold floor.

Comments (4)

It is very good and is 10/10.Has good adjectives.

Its a very good story. I will give it 10/10. It has got speech and narrative balanced together.

I like it 🙂 it is very interesting because it is so discriptive . I wish that I was that good:(

Brilliant chapter of the railway children it has adjectives almost before every noun.It is an amazing piece of independent work and very interesting I’d like to hear more of it. You really should be an author when your’re older, even if you have a few spelling mistakes.

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