“Hello.” He said to me, “My, you look completely frozen. Aren’t you cold?”

“N-no. N-not at a-all, Sir.” I lied, shivering.

“But why, you must be. It’s pouring it down.”

He replied.

“I-I’m n-n-not, I s-s-swear.”

“Little girl, why don’t you come closer. I have an umbrella. If you come and stand next to me, little girl, you’d be sheltered from this rain.” He said, holding out a bony green-tinted but...

Can you keep a secret?

Can you keep a secret, secret?

Can you keep a very secret, secret?

Can you, can you?

Of course I could keep it.

Of course I could keep a secret, secret.

Of course I could keep a very secret, secret.

Could you, could you?

I thought I could.

I thought I knew I could.

I thought I knew myself.

But I wasn’t prepared for what was going to come out of his mouth.

I’ve ruined his lif...

Footsteps echoed across the graveyard projecting themselves across the bumpy ground.

They were irregular, and not in time with my footsteps.

There was someone else here.

Suddenly a loud wail cried out from across the patchy grass.

Turning slowly around, I saw a tree.

And underneath was a simple stone tomb, writing etched into the cold stone.

Details of this persons life.

Someone was reading it...

If the frequent air raids, and all the nights huddled inside a small, dingy shelter couldn’t do it, the constant threat of invasion could. We hadn’t been sent to the country when the other children did, but now, finally, after two and a half years of waiting we were leaving. How I wished the phoney war was still on! I didn’t want to leave. And from the look on his face neither did my older brother...

They swirled as we twirled, they fluttered and turned as we giggled and laughed. Finally, I was happy, happier than I ever had been before.

I looked at my true loves face, and my smile broadened when I saw her joyful face. My heart warmed, as she grabbed me arm and spun me around.

The butterfly’s were not scared, and neither were we. They fluttered over the empty meadow, covered in flowers. Her a...

“Okay, so you’re from Witchen Willows Village?” Rupert asked, his blue eyes wide and his eyebrows raised.

“Yes, I’ve said that about a million times!” I answered, getting more and more agitated by the minute.

“It’s only because of the horror stories people have about that village.”

“Horror stories?” I replied.

“Yeah, according to my pa, the lucky people that escape say that it was mental torture ...

Finally I was out of that godforsaken village. I was free, at long last. But then again I was still alone. At this point I had been wondering about the golden-tainted woods for hours on end, and I had not seen a single street, let alone a building. Just as my feet were starting to go numb, and I was getting ready to faint from exhaustion and hunger, I saw a little stone building, that looked rathe...

The festival of the Golden Night was the exact same as it was every year, with no effort to hide it, really it was an excuse for people in this little village of ours to keep themselves here, because little by little, we were all drifting away. And that was not good news. Especially not for my father. He is, and always has been, an oddly influential figure, which won him the title of mayor before ...