The Seagull Catcher

Despite the fact she forever has her head in an alternate place, and she never dresses in a normal manner, with her hair in a mess, and her shoes all scuffed, Anneatte Tamora is considered to be more normal then anything else. Because she and her family live on 'Quartsa Island' where practically anything goes . . .
Except from things that people don't understand.
'The Seagull Catcher' is a mysterious old lady who hides herself in a small, ugly cottage to the north of Quartza Island, where nobody ever goes. They are scared, no one ever dares to confront her, ask her ' who are you behind the mask?'. Until Anneatte was thrown into this bewildering characters exciting, thrilling dangerous world . . .




This is a story with a moral, magic and goodness can be found in everything, for the 'picture prompt competition.'

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4. 15.11.2012- The Ugly Little Cottage.

As time past my nerves built up to fright and my fright turned into horror! What was I doing?! I turned round to leave once or twice, but quickly turned around again. I had to know what was beyond the oceans surrounding our island. Over the far hill I could soon see her cottage. It was obviously her's; nothing was there for miles around, it was truly horrible, everything was so untidy, so messy and a total wreck, no one could ever survive in that, even for a week or two. They would die of either lonliness or shame. I was horrified! But proceeded anyway.

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I knocked on the door to be polite, I was terrified she would be enraged with me, she might turn me into a toad. My friend Louise says that her dad said that her grandad had had a similar fate. Only worse . . . Soon after my third rat-at-at-tat I heard a creak come from inside, some one started mumbling, and they began to shuffle towards the door- I could tell because they did not pick up their feet and their shoes made a noise- latches were being undone and finally . . .

The door swung open with a huge screech, and she stepped out. She was beautiful, not a hag at all!!! I blinked. I blinked again. Although her hair was grey and cut very short it suited her small elf-like apperance, she wore a beautiful silk red gown and a bright smile.

"Hello," she said "it's not often I get visitors, can I help at all?" I was struck straight away by her charm, so astonished I was lost for words. She was very patient, whilst she waited for an answer 

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