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1 Eleven O'clock. Shimba rubs his damp nose on his master's fishing clothes. Lars Anderson, a man of the sea for twenty years, was smoking his cigar and watched for one last time the harbour of G. teborg before sailing off into the horizon. The time was passing by and there were no whales in sight. The blue sea was deep and silent. Lars was worried. He was pacing along the deck. At that time of the year, it wasn't normal for the sea to be so calm......Suddenly a terrifying noise broke the silence.

Haslev.

2 It was the dragon of the dark underworld, who had been awakened by his Fierce Master. It flew into the air and began circling around the boat. Lars Anderson stared for a moment at the big dragon, he went to get his blunderbuss which he charged with dynamite power and the biggest bullet he could find. He took a careful aim at the dragon and fired. The bullet flew through the air and bruised it on its scaled tail. The dragon stared madly at Lars Anderson and dived down against the boat and smashed it with its spiked tail. It received an evil message from its Fierce Master who demanded.....

Terenure. (Ken Treacy)

3 that the dragon return to his master's evil lair where he would receive his next orders. His master then told him to go and destroy Lars' beloved home of G.teberg. Meanwhile Lars Anderson, stranded without a boat, began to swim towards the shore. When he eventually arrived in G.terberg he found his home in ruins and the people had all ran away in fear of the dragon. He ran along the deserted shores in search of any people who could inform him of what had happened. He found an old man sitting on the beach staring out into the sea. He told him that the dragon had destroyed G.terberg ...........

Risskov

4 and that a similar incident had occurred 500 years ago. His grandfather had told him about the dragon, who was sent by the Fierce Master of Darkness every 500 years. The forefathers of the old man had passed on an amulet, which was the only weapon to terminate the dragon and his master. The trick was to hold the amulet, with the big red stone, in front of the dragon in an angle where the sun beams could reflect from the stone and into the eyes of the dragon. Lars listened carefully to the words of the old man, who appointed him as the Chosen One and gave him the amulet.

Aurich

5 So Lars took the amulet and started to search for the dragon. Suddenly he heard a shrill scream. "That must be the dragon," Lars Anderson thought. And really, there was the dragon. The beast was flying close to the ground and attacked a boy siting on the ground who tried to block the attacks. But because of an injured leg he was not very successful. Lars looked at the boy and saw that there was something very specific about this young boy. The dragon did not try to kill the boy, no, he only tried to catch the boy. And all that because ...

Our Lady's Grammer School, Newry.

6 this boy since birth was chosen by the Fierce Master to be the one who would have his life sacrificed .Every 500 years when the dragon returned, it would take the child to its master, in the Underworld. All the youthful energy would be drained out of the child and taken by the Fierce Master so that he could live forever. When the boy's mother heard the news of her son being taken she begged Lars to rescue him, Lars told her he would try to rescue her son. With his Amulet in his sack he set of the Under world, along the roadside the strange wise old man told him 'the only way you can reach the Underworld is by magic!!' and so he handed Lars 3 strange purple stones and a blue potion. He told him '1stone you throw into a well to open the gate of the Underworld, use the amulet to destroy the dragon and the 2nd stone to destroy the Fierce Master and the third is to open the gate again once you have rescued the boy. The blue potion is to make you invisible for only 1 hour and you must return before sunset or else you are trapped forever!!!'

Wallace HS, Lisburn.

7 Lars continued on his journey with much fear and trepidation. He thought of his family and where they might be and what might have happened to them. Yet he knew he must put aside his own personal feelings and hope he could put an end to the Fierce Master's tyranny and save the little boy's life. At last he began his approach to the Underworld. The sky grew black and the trees and vegetation surrounding him took on a very sinister appearance. He began his steep descent into the Underworld. He looked eagerly trying to find the well into which he must throw the stone to enter the Underworld. At last he arrived at the gate but could find no well. His heart began to race and his head was pounding with panic. I must find the well he thought. He hacked desperately at the thick vegetation with the amulet and there lurking underneath thick vegetation was the well. Without hesitation he dropped the first stone into the well and the gate to the

Underworld grated open...

Mount St. Michael. Claremorris.

8 On entering the underworld, Lars Anderson was enveloped on all sides by towering walls of gleaming aqua blue which reminded him off the sea. He now found himself in a strange labyrinth and as the gates to the Underworld swung shut with a shuddering bang he felt the first cold pricks of fear tickle his spine. With all the courage he could muster, Lars progressed into the deep unknown. The foreboding dark passages, teased and tormented him as time after time he came face to face with a sturdy wall blocking his way. Tired and dejected, and all but ready to give in to despair, Lars was surprised and somewhat relieved to be greeted by a voice. Lars turned swiftly around in this tracks and saw before him a hulking, dark figure clad in a hooded black robe revealing only shining red eyes. It was the 'Fierce Master' of the Underworld. Lars challenged the master, asking him why he tormented Giteberg every 500 years. While confronting the master of the Underworld Lars searched in his pocket for the purple stone. With one swift action he threw the stone at the off guard master and watched in relief as he disappeared in a puff of smoke. But to his dismay Lars also realised that in his haste he had thrown the other two stones along with the amulet at the master. Now he was doomed to face the fierce dragon with no ammunition and with no purple stone to open the gate. He was trapped in the labyrinth of the Underworld ...

Ian Conroy, Terenure College.

9..........The thought of being stuck in the underworld made Lars search madly for the stones. Just then the dragon let a roar which startled Lars. The dragon had just realised what had happened and pounced on Lars. He began to tear Lars apart but he was not letting him die. The dragon wanted to see him suffer. Just then an angry boy walked out from the darkness. He had blood trickling down his face and into eyes making his vision impaired. Much to Lars' delight he was carrying the stones. As if to say who threw that the boy raised the stones into the sunlight. The sun glittered on the stone and into the dragons eyes destroying him. With the loss of blood the boy fainted dropping the stones on his way down. Suddenly Lars was on his boat again and he was surprised to see it still in tacked. He raced home to find the town perfect. He searched for the old man but he was nowhere to be found. It had all been a dream, or had it ?

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1. It was in the early hours of 13 September 1997 and Fred was speeding along the motorway to Liege. The night was dark and there was little traffic. Fred was in a hurry to get home. He had left the party a little later than expected because he enjoyed his friends' company and he had drunk a little too much (although it was strictly prohibited). Suddenly he slammed his foot on the brakes because he had seen something very strange, right in the middle of the road.......

Our Lady's: Naoimh O'Hare & Georgina Mulligan

2.......A piercing red light stabbed into his squinting eyes like a dagger. Something was creeping slowly but determinedly towards his vehicle. Here on this lonely road he was vulnerable, helpless, and no one could hear his cries. Sobering to this harsh reality the creatures' outline was becoming evermore distinct against the growing dawn. The alien presence was suffocating his every breath, and as it drew closer Fred felt an icy chill surge through his veins and his pulse moved in rhythm with the figures' footsteps. Now was the moment of truth.........

Mt St Michael: Gwen Byrne & Claire Forde

3........As long gnarled fingers grappled with the car door a dull thud began inside Fred's head. He was unable to differentiate between reality and his present drunken slumber. The door clicked open and Fred was cast out further into a world of delirium. He gaped at the bizarre creatures. Blinking hard, his bleary eyes burned in his head. A cold feeling of dread washed over him. He felt the watchful eyes of the extra terrestrials scrutinising him. He feverishly tried to block out the images in front of him but they remained etched in his mind: the small shrivelled bodies with the protruding bellies; the large egg-shaped heads with the spiked ears, but what would haunt him for the rest of his life was the enormous, menacing eyes - the piercing gaze searing his soul! Suddenly, drunk with fatigue, a thick haze enveloping him, he felt himself being raised from his car - higher and higher - catapulted into the unknown ...

Haslev:

4.......On the way to the unknown he could not focus his thoughts. He thought that he was too drunk to think but then he came closer to the object, and the sharp light dazzled him. He tried to get away but he could not move. Slowly he came into the object, suddenly everything stood still, and the only thing he could see was some shadows moving slowly towards him, with a lot of strange loud noises. Abruptly everything became dark. And when he woke up he saw a kind of laser pointing into his mouth and he could feel a lot of pain. He could see the shadows around him and......

Terenure: Graham Williams, Donnachadh Woulfe and Ken Treacy

5...... the shadows confused him, they fell as if he was the light source. He was being probed, probed in a very strange way and although it was painful he found it strangely pleasurable. Suddenly it went dark. He wasn't aware of his body. It wasn't as if he was paralysed, it was as if his body wasn't there or he was just watching the darkness from somewhere else. It felt as if he had been there for days, maybe weeks, even months. Time had lost all meaning. But suddenly he noticed a red dot shine above him on the ceiling ..........

Risskov: Gitte Refsgaard Jensen and Stine Husted Kleist

6........He tried to move but an invisible power held him back. With a tense look he followed the red dot move towards his body. Everything went black but in a split second a micro chip had been planted in his brain. The first thing he heard as he regained his consciousness was a loud honk from a car behind. He found himself in his car on the motorway again. He wanted to pull over but it felt as if a superior force had taken over his body. He tried to gather his thoughts but his mind was like an incomplete jigsaw.....

Aurich: Christiane Peschla

7........He looked to his watch in front of him. But the watch showed the same time as he stopped his car. He saw his face mirrored right into the glass of his watch. Suddenly something in his head said to him: "You must build this vehicle!" And a picture appeared in front of his mental eye: it looked like a big technical cockroach. Fred had the real feeling that he hadn't got much time. The countdown had begun! He wasn't sure about what the countdown had begun for. Once again the voice in his head commanded him to drive to town now.

Terenure: Cathal O'Sullivan

8.........Fred had heard voices in his head before, but never anything like this. The piercing screams he heard over a sea of chattering, intimidated him.

The vision of the vehicle he was to build flashed before him again. He understood the chip in his brain had made him a vital link in an alien society and the focus of all their force. The mysterious countdown continued and he felt each strike push him around just like the bullies in the school yard and his supervisor at work. Fred realised he had been chosen as he had given in to pressure so many times before.

Suddenly Fred lashed out like never before and he shouted, " Go to hell. " For a short, empty second the voices ceased but they returned even louder than before. He fumbled about under his seat and seized his gun. He sobbed feeling the cold gun metal on his skull as he realised the most noble thing he would ever do would go unappreciated.

To the driver behind it sounded as if Fred's car had merely backfired. Little did he understand that the blast had summoned the death of Fred Johnson and an entire alien civilisation.

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1. Es war einmal eine h_ssliche Prinzessin. Sie hiess Cunegonde. Sie hatte Haare wie eine Hexe, eine Adlernase, eine Haut wie ein Krokodil und Ohren wie ein Elefant. Ihre Eltern hatten sie adoptiert. Eines Tages starb ihr wirklicher Vater und die Prinzessin vererbte einen Kater. Der Kater musste fnr die Prinzessin alle Arbeit tun. Die Prinzessin wusste aber nicht, dass der Kater ein Zauberer war. Keiner wollte die h_ssliche Cunegonde heiraten und sie weinte den ganzen Tag auf dem Speicher des Schlosses. Ihr Vater war so traurig, dass er ihr eine Reise durch die Welt schenkte.

Terenure: Robert Reid and Darragh Whelan

2,,,,,,,Sie brachte den Kater mit auf das Boot. W_hrend der Reise hatte der Kater genug und schwor Rache. In Japan suchte der Kater eine Hexe auf, und braute einen Zaubertranz, damit sie grosse Wartzen bek_me und verfluchte sie zu ewigem Unglnck. Der Kater hasste sie so sehr, dass er noch mehr Rache nehmen wollte, und zwar in Australien.

Risskov: Nille Kaae Jensen and Camilla Haldrup.

3......Australien war sehr heiss und langweilig. Die h_ssliche Cunegonde und der Kater kamen zu einem Haus, in dem ein alter Mann wohnte. Der Mann war sehr einsam und das einzige Spass er in seinem Leben hatte war ein merkwnrdiges Ding, das von Holz gemacht war. Es war ein BOOMERANG!! Wenn man das Boomerang in die Luft warft, kam es immer zurnck. "Aha!", denkte der Kater, "Wenn Cunegonde das Boomerang war, dann musste sie immer zurnck zu dem alten Mann fahren, und ich wnrde frei sein! 'Hula-balula - meine Nase ist lang, und jetzt bist du ein Boomerang'", schrie der Kater, und ein glei_endes Licht durchbrach den Raum, ein schauriges Donnergrollen erscholl, Nebel stieg auf und da stand

Aurich: Daniela Eilers

4.......sie nun.Aber nein, was war das? Der Kater erschrak; er konnte nicht glauben, was passierte. Cunegonde hatte sich zu einer Elchkuh verwandelt. Sie hatte schwarz-wei_e Flecken, eine rosa Nase, eine Dauerwelle und trug Plateauschuhe. Der Zauber, den sich der Kater erhoffte, ging grnndlich daneben, nun hie_ es: Was tun? Als sich der Kater von dem Schock ein wenig beruhigt hatte, betrachtete er die Prinzessin und fing lautlos an zu lachen. Nach einer Weile begann Cunegonde zu weinen. Der Kater bekam Mitleid, er nberlegte,

Our Lady's: Angela Mallon, Maoiliosa Mc Caherty

5..........Um die Reise zu Fuss zu machen, wurde es 27 Wochen dauern. Katze wurde deprimiert. Er konnte so large nicht warten. Er furcht die Augenbrauen durch und uberlegte in Ruhe. Es musste eine andere Losung geben. Jetzt wusste er! Er wurde mit dem zauberhaften Teppich von Aladdin reisen. Katze und Bumerang machten sich fruh am nachsten Morgen auf den Weg. Sie fliegen mit atmenberaubender Geschwidigkeit durch den Himmel Noch. Wahrend Katze durch die Luft flog, schrie er vor Freude. Seine Seele wurde durch ein Wogen von Hoffnung aufgehoben. Alles war in Ordnung - das wusste er.

Mount Saint Michaels: Claire Forde

6.......Sobald als das Schlosstor in Sicht kam, verschwand sein Hoffnungsgefuhl. Angstlich trat er in den Schlosshof ein. Er klopfte an die grosse Eichtur. Erstaunlich knarrte die Tur sich selbst auf. Katze und Bumerang traf in den grossen Emfangsraum ein. Katze wurde von Angst erriffen, wahrend er auf die Erscheining von Will den Zauberer wartete. Willie sprang die Treppe hinunter und armte Katze um. Katze erklarte Willie seine Lage und bittete un seine Hilfe. Willie schnitt den langen Raum in Ruhe ab.

'Wenn ich dir helfe, musstest du versprechen, dass du Cunegarde treue Diener und auf ewiger Freund bliebst.' "Ach ja, bestimmt werde ich, ich verschwore bei den Nachtsternen", erklarte er. Und mit einem Rauchwolkchen wurde Bumerang in die schonste frau verwandelt, die Katze je gesehen hatte. "Diese ist die wahre Schonheit von Cunegarde" erklarte WIllie mit Frohlichkeit. Katze armte Cunegarde mit Traren von Freude um ... und so leben sie noch heute ...

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1 Je vais vous raconter l'histoire extarordinaire de William.....Un jour,il decida d'aller se promener dans le foret.Il avait tres peur tout seul,mais il voulait absolutment,ramener des champignons a sa maman pour lui faire plaisir.Soudain,il realisa qu'il etait perdu.Il commencait a faire nuit et il entendait des bruits etranges. Apres avoir erre plusieurs heures dans la foret,il apercut une maison et il alla y demander son chemin.Il reconnut la tristement celebre demeure des fantomes dont il avait souvent entendu parler.Il entra par la porte entrouverte et decouvrit allonge sur un drap un squelette attache a un boulet.

St.Exupery

2....... On ne pouvait voir que la lueur qui semblait se degager du squelette.Celiu-ci murmurait plus fort:''Aide moi!''William sentait la peur monter en lui,il poussa un cri,se disant que tout allait disparaitre et que ce n'etait qu'un mauvais reve.Soudain,il sentit une main serrer tres,tres fort son epaule,c'etait le squelette.Il prit peur et voulant s'enfuir se retourna et decouvrit par malheur que la porte se refermait.Un fantome,habille comme sa chere mere,le remerciad'avoir cueilli ces champignons si appetissants.Malheureusement d'autres fantomes etaient derriere...........

.Haslev

3.........lui. Ceux-ci s'approchaient et, tres vite, ils l'entouraient completement. C'etait impossible de s'enfuir. Il voulut crier, mais le fantome qui portait les vetements de sa mere l'interrompit;"N'aie pas peur. Je suis l'esprit de ta mere et comme tu as traine trop longtemps dans la foret,je me meurs maintenant. Mais tu peux encore me sauver en passent par trois epreuves. Si tu ne reussis pas, tu finiras comme ce squelette-la et je mourrai aussi." "Est-ce que je serai aussi phosphorescent?" demanda William dont les yeux luisaient deja. Sans repondre, le fontome continua: "Tu pourras aussi choisir de t'enfuir, mais alors ta vie sera evidement tres malheureuse....... Je te prie de m'aider !" William reflechit un moment, puis il dit: "O.K !" Quelles sont ces epreuves? Le fantome repondit: "D'abord tu prendras ce couloir a droite , et derriere la premiere porte, tu trouveras.........

Terenure College: David Sherry & Stephen Keating

4........la premiere epreuve. Tu dois etre fort et courageux."Il a ouvert la porte lentement et puis il est entre dans l'inconnu. Il a entendu une voix: "Tu dois trouver la porte pour aller a la deuxieme epreuve." Il se promenait lentement. Soudain, un fantome est apparu a cote de William. Puis, avec des pas rapides, il a couru jusqu'a ce qu'il soit entoure du fantome. Il a pris un champignon de sa poche. C'etait un champignon magique. Il a lance le champignon au fantome. Le fantome est parti. Il a vu une porte phosphorescent. Il est passe par la porte. La premiere epreuve etait finie. Maintenant pour la deuxieme epreuve!

Risskov

5........Il se trouvait dans un long corridor. Sur les murs il y avait beaucoup de peintures avec des motifs de batailles sanglants. Ils etaient tres inquietants et ils lui faisaient peur. Soudain il entendit des chaines9 Qui cliquetaient derriere lui et il commenca de fuir. Mais il fut enchevetre dans une brume epaisse. Quand la brme s'etait dissipee, William etait place dans une grand prairie, qui faisait pnser a quelques-unes des peintures. Il entendit des coups, des cris et des chevaux courant pres de lui, mais il ne pouvait pas les voir-ils etaient invisibles et soudain il sentit...................

Aurich

6.........etrangle avec peur. La peur lui serrait la gorge. Autour de lui, i entendit le bruit sourd d,un fracas et les cris d'homme qui mouraient de mort violente. Soudain le ciel obscurit et la pluie tomba partout.. Le vent hurla et un roulement de tonere frappa le coeur de William avec duleur sauvage. Un par un les fantomes des soldats sanglants et les chevaux massacres se volatiliserent. William se trouva tout seul a etalon blanc, une lance a la main. En face de lui, apparaut un soldat a cheval. Soudain, avec un grand peur, William comprit que celui-ci n'avait pas de tete! Le cheval en face de lui courut ver William et ainsi, son cheval courut en avant. William sentit un danger et il pensa qu'il etait a l'article de la mort. Puis, il s'affronta avec le soldat sans tete et avec un effort enorme, il enfoncea la lance dans le corps du soldat. Il tmba sur la terre et pour la premiere fois, William etait soulage. Le ciel etait phosphorescent encore et la pluie s'arreta. La deuxieme epreuve etait finie. Et maintenant, pour la troisieme epreuve...............

Our Lady's, Newry

7........Comme il s'avancait avec difficulte, le corps tendu par l'idee de sa prochaine eprevuve, les mots de sa mere resonnaient dans sa tete. Le ciel s'assombrit tout a coup, il leva les yeux et s'apercut que ce n'etaient pas les nuages qui en etaient responsables mais sa troisieme epreuve qui se tenait devant lui. L'enorme masse de son adversaire l'encerclait totalement. Le combat commenca et William ramassa une grose pierre et la jeta de toutes ses forces a la tete du monstre. Le monstre tituba et s'ecrasa sur le sol, provocant des secousses dans tout le pays. Quand le fantome de sa mere ressentit les secousses, il comprit que William avait reussi.

Mount St. Michael

7.......8/ Il entendit la voix du fantome "Alors William felicitations tu as bien fait mais pour sauver ta mere on doit encore retourner chez toi avec les champignons mais vitenent! Soudain William se trouva au milieu de la fonet ou il avait deja ete. Mais maintent c'etait plus voir que l'avant et il perdit la route sa maison . Que faire? Soudain il apercit sa mere au loin et il courit a partir. Il la suivit en chantant "mere!" mais elle continua . Apres longtemps sa mere disparit. Il avait peur et il s'embrouillait mais quand il regarda par las arbres, il pourrait voir sa maison au loin. Il courit par la port, en charchant sa mere mais quel surprise! Elle etait encore dans son lit. Il lui donna les champignons et elle sourit. Mais qu'est-ce dans la foret si elle n'etait pas sa mere ?

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1 This story happened in the year of grace, 1366, in a lost town of Papincourt earldom. The lord, Higor, reigned master; he had abandoned shortly after his birth and had been brought up by a witch called Merscha. Merscha was always accompanied by a well fed, dirty dwarf called Hermis. She found Higor on the edge of the forest, he was like a recumbent statute for two days in his mother's coagulated blood. She was slitted by a scimitar. Just imagine the toddlers face, the fear he felt when he saw his adoptive mother her deformed face incarnated HORROR.

During his whole childhood he learnt witchcraft in her hut built on top of a bog and the only view he had from the laboratory was an abandoned cemetery........

Our Lady's, Newry

2..........The cowed townsfolk often wondered whether Higor's tyrannical qualities were inherent to his nature, or whether he inhibited them in the mixture of his mother's blood infused with foul smelling poisoned herbs which Menrscha fed him in the absence of a mother's pap. Higor developed a taste, nay, a thirst for blood after his early experiences, and for a long time his cravings were satisfied by Hermis's night raids on the farm animals and pets of the village people. But the struggle and pulse of a conscious, human victim were what he really craved and eventually he could control his desires no longer.....

Mount St. Michael

3.......Higor gazed out into the night sky. An angry wind roared through the trees, tossing them and contorting their silhouettes. Rain thundered from the heavens. The boom of thunder rocked the land. A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, a sudden light .... gone, plunging the land again into a deathly mass of black! The scene excited Higor's ugly black soul. Blood surged through his veins filling him with an eerie desire, an need to fill that void, a void created in a child that was orphaned! He craved nourishment and love, and his one way of satisfying that hunger would be to taste, nay, to suckle, a woman's blood!! Stealthily he crept from his hut, a blood thirsty lust driving him. He would no longer be an orphan, tonight he would find a mother....

Haslev

4.........He went down to the village to get his hunger satisfied, but no one was in the town. They were all to an orgy in the neighbour town. Suddenly an old woman came out from the shadow of a house. She walk towards he, when suddenly was about to fall. Higor hurried towards to help her. When she was about to say thanks, Higor reaped of her head. To see all that blood almost gave him an orgasm. He drank all her blood and sucked all her cranium clean from the skin and the brain. He left the dead body, to search for other people. When he didn't found any he went back to his hut with the old woman's cranium. He hang the cranium on the wall, because he wanted to start a collection of them. The next night he went to the neighbour town with the big orgy to find fresh taste of a young woman's blood. When he came to the town he .....

Terenure College (Donnacha Woulfe and Graham Williams)

5.........was walking through the narrow streets when there was a sudden blinding bright light. When he started to come round he was lying down looking up at the ceiling in a dark passage with a wet back. He started running down the passage, he didn't know where or why but he just kept on running, like he was inspired or possessed. The corridor suddenly opened into a room, circular with large wooden doors all around. He heard something running behind one of the doors , the door suddenly crashed to the ground, He turned to run , but the passage behind......

Risskov

6...........him had suddenly disappeared, and Higor found himself facing nothing but a big brown slimy wall . Hearing a sound he could only describe as the voice of a heavy breather , he turned around afraid of what he would see . Before him stood an unbelievably tall and skinny monstrosity. Higor became paralyzed with terror , did not even have the courage to wipe off that blob of slobber which the creature had just planted on the tip of his nose. That is kind of ironic when you think about the fact that he had recently started his own career as a monster. The facade of the illusion of reality ran down like slimy water from a horrible nice gleaming mirror when his last breath of life left his cooling body. But suddenly a large shadow shrugged down between him and this mirror of heaven. It wasn't only a dark, it was a mass of faceless teeming scenes and arms, the demons of hell. He was filled with the coldness of the horror of centuries. Getting deeper to the deepest dark, the old evil ghost of the first past. His eyes burned out Higor's soul. He awoke : a few prayers of hell!....

Wallace

7..........Nevertheless his eyes opened - By God ! - this was only an optical illusion. He then walked on, his eyes blood shot and hungry. This lust was driving his passion wild, he had to find a woman. A woman to satisfy his desires. The night was cold and eerie, reflecting, Higor thought, his lost childhood at the hands of Merscha. Where was he to go? - he had committed a crime, a crime that he would surely pay for.

" That's him, lads, grab him - that's the monster " - Higor turned, sweat poured off his face - what? - how did they know ?, she had only been dead for a couple of hours. Instinct told him to run and like a frightened and trapped animal he fled - fear gripped him in her clutch. The forests held an eerie attraction for him, maybe because this was his adopted home - his home .He thought of Merscha - the witch - Oh God!, if only he could remember the spells......

Aurich

8...........Something grabbed him from behind and an unearthly sound left his mouth. Then blackness again! He awoke to the bright light streaming through the barred window. BARRED WINDOW!! On no, prison!

He threw himself at the window, only to see the gallows being erected below. " This is, my death " - he thought. " Oe minute left ", he heard the warden shout. The footsteps in the corridor approaching him became louder and, louder as the seconds slipped away - as his life ebbed from him.

The key grated against the lock and the bolt shot across. The door slowly swung open - the warden faced him . It was now time to embrace death. He was lead out; the cold air slapped against his bare body. Staggering, he mounted the stairs and slipped his head into the noose.

The warden knocked the chair from under him - CRACK rang through the stilled atmosphere of the prison as his neck snapped. The rhythmical sound of Higor's body swinging from the gallows left an eerie impression on the warden's mind. The rope strained under the weight of the body. The warden, with a faint smile across his face, walked away to the sound of the body swinging.

Where was he? - Hell or Heaven? We would like to believe that he was in heaven, but reality forces us to accept that he was in the fiery depths of hell. This was his home now!

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By Alan Grant.

It began with a blight of the potato crop that left acre upon acre of Irish farmland covered with black rot. As harvests across Europe failed, the price of food soared. Irish farmers found their food stores rotting in their cellars, the crops they relied on to pay the rent to their British and Protestant landlords destroyed. Peasants who ate the rotten produce sickened and entire villages were consumed with cholera and typhus. Parish priests desperate to provide for their congregations were forced to forsake buying coffins in order to feed starving families, with the dead going unburied or buried only in the clothes they wore when they died.

Landlords evicted hundreds of thousands of peasants, who then crowded into disease-infested workhouses. Other landlords paid for their tenants to emigrate, sending hundreds of thousands of Irish to America and other English-speaking countries. But even emigration was no panacea shipowners often crowded hundreds of desperate Irish onto rickety vessels labelled "coffin ships". In many cases these ships reached port only after losing a third of their passengers to disease, hunger and other causes. While Britain provided much relief for Ireland's starving populace, many Irish criticised Britain's delayed response -- and further blamed centuries of British political oppression on the underlying causes of the famine.

Ireland's population dropped from around 8 million before the Famine to 5 million, years after. If Irish nationalism was dormant for the first half of the nineteenth-century, the Famine convinced Irish citizens and Irish-Americans of the urgent need for political change.

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by David Sherry

Do you know what I love, 'Colombo' you know, that grunting, constipated cigar smoking detective, man he rules. I say we should have more 'Colombos' and less NYPD Blues. Channel 5 should just change its name to 'Classic Colombo' then they might at least get one viewer, ME.

Anyway, have you ever seen COPLAND, it stars Sylvester Stalone, Ray Liotta, Robert De Niro and Harvey Keitel. These men are all kick ass stars but the film was just the crappiest thing I've ever seen. I'd rather watch ginger, acne ridden students giving lectures on bacteriology on the 'Open University' on BBC 2. MAN THAT FILM SUCKED! Shhh, calm down now, I'm sorry but sometimes I just get a little annoyed.

Oldies are sometimes entertaining viewing but nothing beats comedy films! Oh by the way, I've heard that Hollywood is planning a film version of 'Scooby Do' starring Jim Carey as 'Shaggy'. I'd love to see Jim Carey with a broken hip. He wouldn't be so God damn funny then, now would he? I'll tell you what, in this film business there are some winners and some losers, and well, here are some losers:

Obviously COPLAND deserves to be included, THE MASK, Wyatt Earp oh my God how did I watch that? Batman & Robin made me cry, JUNIOR crowned Arnold Schwarzwhatever as the crappiest crap-crap of them all! Sense and Sensibility, what the hell was going on there? The English Patient was just as pathetic and was solely made to satisfy the British film industry's ego. Well that's all I can remember because I really try not to watch crap films.

AH, now for the winners, The Devil's Advocate was fantastic, Tomorrow Never Dies is a credit to Pierce Brownian and in fact all the Bond Films. Scream offers Hitchcock's suspense and is a superb thriller, The Full Monty was an amusing device used to re-vamp middle age couple's sex lives. But getting away from these recent films I would like you to remember some brilliant movies that you may have forgotten about.

Braveheart was rocking, Michael Collins was equally as good, Ransom told me how to deal with kidnappers, Shawshank Redemption got me out of the whole 'going to prison idea' and I have to admit, the title confused me. On the topic of prison films Midnight Express which is a slightly older film is compelling viewing. Reservoir Dogs and Trainspotting were the best I've seen in a long time but Goodfellas is the besticus maximus.

Well I'm bored now so Good Bye! If you have any complaints or if you disagree with my opinions Please write to: Someone who cares

Nowheresville

Population: YOU!

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by Cathal O'Sullivan

"Get down on the floor," screamed the cop.

"No, it wasn't me," stuttered Ian frantically. "You've got the wrong man," he pleaded fumbling around the small apartment.

"I said freeze," yelled the policeman.

Ian Dunn brushed his hand across his balding head where once a mane of thick hair would have tickled his palm. Ah, he remembered the long summer days when the gentle buzzing of the bees was all that disturbed him. He looked around at the chaos in which he now lived and those memories of almost twenty years ago, seemed to haunt him.

"You know I'm perfectly innocent", he said calmly pushing back a struggling hair behind his ears.

"They'll find you soon enough." He began to recall the events that had lead to this situation. He shuddered but confidently rubbed at the sagging beneath his eyes.

"Why did you make me do it?" he asked shaking ever so slightly.

"You used me," he said vigorously. He remembered watching the little girl in the schoolyard as she waited for her busy mother who was reliably late. They didn't see him watching carefully as if possessed, or if they did they showed no concern. They just made their way home through the busy traffic.

Ian rubbed at the fine stubble on his cheeks, sliding his fingers down until they met beneath his chin. He remembered doing the exact same as he sat in his battered car waiting on, no stalking the schoolgirl and her mother. He followed them into their apartment block and up the stairs to their flat. He had knocked on the door and they opened it.

"I'm just a lollipop man, you knew they'd let me in," he shouted finally showing his anger.

"They just watched, horrified, as I pulled out that old pistol you made me bring." He broke down crying.

"I'm going to have to live with that image," he sobbed.

"Are you happy now, huh? Why won't you answer me?" he screamed and he lashed with his fist at the mirror. It smashed on the floor and with it the image that had caused him so much distress. Suddenly the door burst in.

"Get down on the floor," shouted the cop.

"No, no it wasn't me," stuttered Ian frantically." You've got the wrong man," he pleaded fumbling around the small apartment.

"I said freeze," yelled the policeman.

Then a loud bang filled the room, Ian slumped to the floor and the memories drifted away.

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By Donnchadh Woulfe.

Hello my name is Donnchadh Woulfe and all I do all day is sit in cellar scheming about how to destroy the world. Well not all day I spend 22 hours doing that ,26 minutes eating, 23 minutes 30 seconds sleeping and 30 seconds playing with myself . That leaves 1 hour free time which I always spend studying encyclopaedias and other such reference books. Over the years I have amassed a great amount of what might seem like useless facts, but encrypted( in a code which I call "Enigma" which some great Germans who sold it to me, said was unbreakable,) in these facts are two secrets 1. The meaning of life and 2. How to make solid gold statues of the entire cast of "Showgirls"

Fact one: The longest film ever made was forty eight hours long was made in the UK in 1970 and was called "The longest and most meaningless movie in the world" This does not take into account so called "stunt" films ,films which are made just break this coveted record if these were taken into account the winner would be "A cure for insomnia" which took up eighty five hours of one person's life.

Fact two: The person who watched "A cure for insomnia" is called John Enwright.

Fact three: Fact two is made up.

Fact four: Fact three is there for legal reasons.

Fact five: People in Denmark eat on average 17kg of chocolate every year .

Fact six: People in Denmark are fat.

Fact seven: People in Luxembourg drink nearly 12 litres of pure alcohol per year.

Fact eight: Toilets are popular in Luxembourg.

Fact nine: A piece of cheese weighing over fifty seven thousand pounds was made in Canada in 1995.

Fact ten: Canadians are strange .

Fact eleven: President Clinton ate it.

Fact twelve: Americans have drunk over 13000000000 litres of Coka-Cola.

Fact thirteen: Whoever owns Coke is loaded.

Fact fourteen: The most expensive bottle of wine ever sold cost £105,000 ,that's £1400 per ml!

Fact fifteen: Whoever bought it is an idiot

Fact sixteen: Grapes come in two colours.

That's all you need to know to destroy the world , I mean make the showgirls out of gold and remember if you want to visit me it's essential that you wash your hair thoroughly .

I'd like to thank my mum, my dad and the doctors at the laboratory for all the pretty colour, thank you.

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by Graham Williams

Irish football is and always will been in the shadow of the great English Premier league. It can`t contend with the likes of huge transfers and ridiculous wages that the average Premier league player is getting a week.

The Premier league games are attracting thousands of supporters and the football clubs are getting enormous amounts of money from the gates and television contracts from the huge television tycoons BSKYB etc...

All this glamour is casting a huge shadow over our own Irish league. For example young people today can be seen wearing the entire Manchester United strip and can name most of the team, but can they name five players off the Irish league winners Derry? The results are disappointing. And now there is talk of moving the premier league to Ireland! What effect would that have on the struggling Irish league..? I believe it would put it into extinction all together! The Wimbledon directors want move to Dublin and bring the premier league to Ireland, to mop up the huge market for the premier league... Who will want to stand in Richmond Park and look at the great "St. Pats"...When they can go and see the idolised players of the premier league?

Its a sad and sorry state. Due to this lack of interest and government funds (The GAA got near £20,000,000 for the nation stadium i.e. Croke Park, and a small amount of money was allocated to the other hundreds of sport organisations that were meant to get major grants). It is hard to promote the Irish league and its future. Since football is now the most played sport in Ireland and are international success in competitions we should be thinking about are future players and the importance of them aiming to play for the Irish league and their country. Few children today want to play for Shamrock Rovers or St. Patrick's ...and who would blame them? Times are bad for Irish Football clubs and gates (although they are increasing) are still low, there is also a shortage of television coverage on league games. Dundalk almost went bankrupt and was facing liquidation and the end to the club. And players are also suffering, how can we expect the most from them when the clubs have to budget for new gym equipment etc...

I think a few questions will have to be asked ... How long can the Irish league survive in the shadow of the English premier league? And when will the government pay attention to this needy sport?

I think its time for answers...

Wallace High School.

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By Melanie Rice and Diana Thompson

On the 31st August 1997 at 4am the Princess of Wales was killed in a rather controversial way. It appeared that the car in which she and Dodi were travelling had been rammed by a white Fiat car smashing their Mercedes Benz into a corner. We have three theories as to how she was killed ranging from the sublime to the ridiculous. These three theories are "ordinary death", suicide and murder.

Firstly "ordinary death": was the driver of the car Henry Paul on drugs or was he drunk? At the inquest the medical report claimed that he was three times over the legal limit - therefore did this play a part in the car crash? The next idea is the speculation over the white Fiat car that had been tailgating the Princess' car - some theories suggest that perhaps this car hit them on impact or was it just unlucky that the car happened to be there? Were the paparazzi that chased the car tipped off and if so why? The last of this theory would be: why did one of the safest cars in the world kill one of the most important people in the world? To us this seems rather odd as surely her safety was of the utmost importance.

Another theory is that she committed suicide. Perhaps Diana was pregnant with Dodi's child? Also, it has been reported in a number of newspapers that Diana said that the next thing she would do would shock the World! - did she mean suicide ? . Both herself and Dodi were not wearing seat belts why? Perhaps in her view she felt that this was the best time to depart from the World - when she was in the prime of life. It is also interesting to note that both the Princess of Wales and Princess Grace of Monaco died in their 30s - was this just a twist of fate?

The most interesting theory however is that she was murdered. Perhaps the Royal family paid to have her killed as a direct result of her appearance on Panorama- after all she had publicly humiliated them on national T.V. However, someone may have intended to kill Dodi - an attempt that went wrong and killed Diana as well. Perhaps Al Fayed had wanted them to be killed because as long as Dodi went with Diana he would never get British citizenship.

In conclusion, there are many different theories regarding the death of Princess Diana but we have our own ideas. We believe that she was murdered - what do you think?

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OUR LADY'S NEWRY

I am writing to tell you all of the historic week this has been for every one in Our Lady's and right across the country. As you all now this is the week in which we vote for or against the Referendum.

Although most of us in school did not have a vote we all felt that we wanted to express our opinions as this document deals with our future. In school we have set up a very democratic Referendum polling station for all pupils, teaching staff, office workers and cleaners to vote. This was organised by the Lower sixth and our lifeskills teacher Mrs Mc Clean. This woman been the most popular teacher in school as she got us not five (as most schools received) but fifteen tickets for the Waterfront Hall in

Belfast on tuesday 19th . This was organised by the group Ash and the most famous band in the world 'U2', with the leader of the SDLP party John Hume and the leader of the Ulster Unionist party to support the 'YES' vote.

I was one of the two thousand sixth formers there and I can safely say I was witnessing history in the making. The atmosphere at the Waterfront was amazing with every news reporter asking us questions on what we thought about the referendum and our hopes for the future.

Our group was interviewed by UTV, Newsline (BBC) and The Irish Times Newspaper ( I even got my face on the front page of the Belfast Telegraph below Dr Mo Mowlan and Richard Branson). We seen MTV reporters and my friends and I were talking to photographers from the American 'TIME' magazine. All of us were at the very front , about a metre and a half away from the groups ( this includes 'the' man himself Bono). We left the concert on a high. I think it was just so hard to believe it was all happening right in front of our eyes. The best moment of the evening, was

John Hume and David Trimble meeting in the middle of the stage and shaking hands. I believe it was a scene which no one could have imagined and the shouts of support from the crowd was overwhelming. For anyone who was there the whole evening is one which no body will forget.

On Wednesday 20th, the whole school was buzzing, as we had received a phone call to tell us that Dr Mo Mowlan, the Northern Ireland Secretary of State was coming for a visit along with our local MP Seamus Mallon. She was in Newry at an engagement and had cleared an hour out of her busy schedule to come to talk to us. She was familiar with the school as we had written to her a few times. Dr Mowlam talked to the lower sixth about the referendum and what she hoped for the future, as well as congratulating the people who had worked for the last twenty five years for peace . All in all, Mo stayed for about an hour and a half, before being rushed off to the next appointment.

Well now a week on and all the votes have been counted both in the school and across the country, with an overwhelming support for the Referendum. I personally feel that the 'Agreement' is the only way forward if peace is to be obtained, as there is no other alternative offered. We should all give it a chance and try to work together to show everyone that Northern Irish people have spoken and made a democratic choice.

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 RISSKOV

It started with a bang,

she felt that she could fly.

Her life was like a dream,

she held her head up high.

The love grew like a flower,

she thought it'd never stop.

But suddenly one day,

he left and she gave up.

She had so much to give,

but he wouldn't give or take

the love she had to offer,

although it wasn't fake.

She wondered if he knew

he really stole her heart.

The love she would remember

the day they made it start.

What they had was magic,

she missed it every day.

his kiss, his touch, his smile,

the things he didn't say.

She felt betrayed and foolish,

so lonesome she could die.

Her life was not worth living,

she left and reached the sky.

Stine H. Kleist

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I sit by my window wondering

what life is all about

I keep putting food in my mouth

hoping it might fill out

an empty feeling inside me.

Outside a couple are hugging

and intimately kissing each other

there is no need for words

for those who are in love

I wish for me to be there.

What am I to do

with so many questions tormenting me

I have no one to turn to

I am left alone

with this empty feeling inside me.

Kids are playing together

laughing and having fun

their happiness shines above them

but stops beneath my window

I wish for me to be there.

My days have no content

that is worth putting on paper

but maybe if I'm lucky

I can stop

this empty feeling inside me.

Gitte R. Jensen

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F - for good times as well as bad

R - remembering the past, both happy and sad

I - in each other's heart we'll always be

E - everlasting, is a treasured memory

N - no matter what, far or near

D - don't ever feel lonely, I'll always be there

S - special friends, like you, are hard to forget

F - from the bottom of my heart, I'm glad I've

O - over the years though we've grown so much

R - rearranging our lives, but keeping in touch

E - each day hurries by, but we take it in our stride

V - victories we share, in defeat we stand side by side

E - even though our lives are different from what we

R - remember, I'll always be a friend, wherever I am, wherever I go

Make new friends, but keep the old.

One is silver, the other gold!

Paula Kiiveri

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Last year I found out that wonders will never cease.

In April last spring the most terrible thing happened. My grandfather who I love so much had a coronary. He had not been feeling well for a couple of days, and one Sunday evening he called to my grandmother that he could not get out of his bed. He could not stand on his feet. My grandmother got terrified and she called an ambulance. At the time they got to the hospital, he had become unconscious.

My grandmother called us the next day and told us what had happened. We were shocked. She told us that the doctors had put him in a respirator, because he was not able to breathe by himself. They gave him all sorts of medicine, because they did not know what was wrong with him (they were not yet aware that he had had a coronary).

Weeks went by, and he did not get better. My parents visited him and my grandmother every weekend. My grandmother was devastated, she did not do anything but cry. It was hard to see my grandmother like this.

My parents and my sister and I had been looking forward to going to Crete, but we did not go, at least not in the first place, because the doctors had now decided that they would turn off the respirator and they would stop giving my grandfather medicine, because they could do no more for him. It was up to himself if he wanted to live.

I thought, my family thought, that he was now going to die, but a week or so after the doctors had turned off the respirator my grandfather suddenly got better. Slowly he got out of the unconsciousness.

The doctors treated him as a baby because they thought that, because they had overlooked the coronary he had had, he would now have forgotten everything he had once learned. They thought that he could not speak, that he could not walk etc. But once again they were wrong. My grandfather started talking again, he could read the newspaper and he could watch television. He had trouble walking, but a physiotherapist trained with him every day.

For a long time the doctors were afraid that something had happened to his brain, because he did not seem to remember certain things. He said that he did not know who his wife was, and he could not remember what had happened the night he was brought to the hospital. He recognized the rest of the family but he did not know my grandmother. My grandmother was devastated, and hearing that he recognised us did not make her feel better.

One day the doctors asked him, like they had done so many times before, if he knew this woman who was sitting beside his bed. He answered, "Of course! It is my wife, and will you stop asking me those stupid questions. You treat me like I am a baby." From that day on, we knew he was going to be all right.

Today my grandfather is almost like he was before his illness. He can walk, talk, read, bake (he was once a baker), and he lives with my grandmother in their house and not at a rest home as we had been afraid he would.

I hope that by telling this story I can help others to believe in miracles, because they do happen.

Tine Bergmann Jensen

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