Homework!

Hey Jammers,

I had just finished my English homework I spent 3 hours on, and I thought you should see it :) Please comment what you think and this is this weeks tale :) P.S. my name is not John Baskerville

I was told this tale by my father, who heard it from his, and he heard it from his.

Hugo Baskerville was cold. You could forgive other men for being hard, afterall, the land breeds stony and bawny, but Hugo, he was a compleate different breed to the others. He was visibly preponderant and he was far more malicious than other men.

Whilst on an outing, Hugo saw the daughter of a farmer, captivated by her allure, Hugo asked for her hand in marriage, when she refused because of his harsh reputation, Hugo, used to getting what he wanted, set off to devise a plan to capture his one true love.

That night, Hugo and his friends kidnapped the farmers daughter and locked her in the attic of Baskerville Hall. The farmers daughter, miffed at being locked in a attic, clambering out the window and descending down the ivy on the side of the mansion, the farmers daughter fleed to her family farm some three miles away.

Hugo, unable to keep away from his beloved, he visited the decamped girl. Back in the dining room, Hugo had leaped onto the table and howled “I will give my soul to hell if I catch the ‘wench’!” His drunken friends yelled at him

“Set the dogs on her!” Hugo called to the groom to saddle his mighty sombre stallion and to give the dogs a scent of the napkin the girl dropped in her hast to escape, left his drunken friends to clamber onto their horses and gallop after him.

After chasing Hugo and his runaway bachelorette for a long while, Hugo’s friends came upon a old shepherd and asked “Have you seen our prey?”

mustering enough courage to answer the men who stood before him the shepard swallowed before saying

“Yes, I have, and I’ve seen more than that. I’ve seen a great black hellhound with great fiery eyes chasing him, retreat now, or be forever haunted” Hugo’s friends’ laugh bellowed through the chilly night air before they galloped on.

Not long later, they stumbled upon Hugo’s hunting dogs, once a cutthroat pack, now a bunch of whimpering dogs with their tails inbetween their legs. Hugo’s friends still shot onwards.

Hugo’s friends came to a vally, out shot Hugos’ robust midnight black mare, her mouth dapped with froth. Most of Hugo’s friends didn’t dare push on, but the bravest three did.

 In the vally, the girl lay dead, she had died of fear and fatigue, but that wasn’t what had frightened Hugo’s friends, it was what lay next to her. Hugo’s dead body lay there, and towering above him, was a huge, midnight black hound, plucking at his throat, the beast raised its head to glimpse at the new comers, its great yellow eyes burning into them, it returned to its feast.

The three men soon died of fear; one demised that night.

I advise you, stay away from the moor on the chilly nights, when evil is at its strongest.

Signed: John Baskerville

Authors note: I hope you enjoyed this tale I spent over 3 hours writing. It may be only 3 pages long, but as I have a blog I know many great websites to use when it comes to writing. If you would like to visit my blog, please ask me.