The tap screeches as I turn it on drowning my toothbrush in its path and circling round the sink until it’s final doom down the plug. I start to brush my teeth cautiously, always checking the reflection in the mirror. My leg was tapping like a nervous heartbeat against the tiled floor. I can’t tell whether I’m dreaming.
The gun in my hand matches the rhythm of my leg and heart as my hand trembles...
A sharp shot of aching paint whips my inner thigh. Ignoring it I keep running, pushing my legs as hard as they will take me. They give way. My hands reach out in front of me as I plummet full speed to the ground. My face is met with the cold dry surface of autumn morning leaves. I focus my eyes to the trees above, seeing the empty sky. I hope I’ve outrun them. Desperate for more coverage I crawl t...
The water whips out beneath each stroke of the paddle. My breath quickens as my arms move faster and faster, desperately trying to escape the grasp of the beast.
The river has retreated from its once peaceful atmosphere and creates a sense of destruction in my mind. It swashes and smacks against the ridges of my kayak. As a palate of liquid stains my face with violence, I at once notice the salt...
Butterflies. They were in me. They filled me and consumed my every thought yet… I was still here, in this place, the place I had always found comfort in. I wandered round the halls, as my finger followed picking up the dust of history, remembering the memories I had shared in each square my feet step.
I admire each frames photograph on the wall, one last time I scanned each, pointing out each de...
There was a collective gasp of dread and concern. “I’m fine. It’s not my blood.” I grin at their horrified faces, jaws dropped with awe but mine, mine was smirking with pride.
The chill of the soft, warm blood soaked my hands and chest. Although gone I could still feel where the body had struggled underneath me, desperately trying to escape my grasp. They couldn’t, and they knew it. So why try? Oh...
As I recall it, fifteen years later, It was Halloween night, me and younger brother of five years were skipping along the wet pathway grinning as we approached the next window lit door welcoming us by a happy pumpkin, glowing like a firefly.
“HAPPY HALLOWEEN” we yelled triumphantly as we see a kind young lady with a bowl of sparkling sweets.
We launched our hands into the dish. “Thanks” we woul...