Further travels inspired by The Listeners

Here is the last set of Traveller’s tales that we wrote last week.

Traveller’s Tale by Reece

Silver the horse ran fast in the sparkling moonlight. The wind nearly blew the golden helmet off the rider’s head. The rider was a traveller with heavy armour.

They rode up a winding mountain path. Boulders cracked off the mountain fell as fast as a lightning bolt. Behind them, right at the tip of the mountain, was a tower with roofs pointing out of the top. No light shone, only the moonlight. Finally they reached the tower. The traveller climbed off his horse.

The traveller stepped back. CRACK! A giant twig snapped. It made him jump. He went to the door and knocked.

“Is anybody there?”

He knocked again. At the same time, the wind howled even louder.

“Tell them I kept my word!”

Suddenly the door banged open and then shut. He was as petrified as a soldier going into battle. Behind the door, wierd ghostly ghouls stood listening. Still no one answered the door.

The traveller ran to Silver the horse and they galloped off. Both shaking madly.

A Traveller’s Tale by Jessica G

One misty night, an old traveller was finding his way through the dark street. Suddenly he saw a creepy, empty graveyard.

“Hello. Is anybody there?” he said perplexedly. He went through the gate  and crept in silently. “Hello, is anybody there?”. For a peculiar reason, it felt like someone was listening.

SNAP! A twig broke and wolves started howling. He turned around but nothing was there. “I ……I…..I know you’re here” he stammered.

Spirits were hovering high. People were coming up from the dead. Bang! The gate shut on its own. The phantoms were mocking him.

“Help! Get me out of here!” At this point, the traveller was feeling very scared. His heart was beating as fast as the wind.

After a few minutes the cursed gates opened and the traveller ran away. He never came back again!!

Finally, Daniel worked really hard at creating a poem for his version.

A Traveller’s Tale by Daniel

 Galloping of hooves broke the eerie silence
As hoots of owls call to question
The man on a horse cantering with the wind
Who knows where he goes through the moonlit sky

The man on the horse mysteriously went
To an old, busted castle with a graveyard of the dead
For his name was The Traveller
With a black cloak below his head

Grief swept over him as he approached
The building he was looking for
But perplexed when he smote upon the door
And heard the creaking of the floor

He saw a ghostly ghoul floating around
Hovering in the moonbeams
Gliding as soft as a feather through the bruising breeze
Still as a statue that glides in the air

He smote upon the door a second time
Not knowing what would happen
For there was silence, no one spoke
And nobody moved, not an inch

“Is anyone there?” questioned the traveller
But nobody replied to him
He said a little louder “Is anyone there?”
Yet again, there was no reply

The traveller smote upon the door a second time
Expecting a reply
But for the final time, there was no luck
So he thought they were in bed

Turning around to see his horse
Standing and ready to go
For as he left, he did not realise
That the listener was awake but he did not know.