You might think that being attacked by a vengeful witch sending curses at you would be stressful. Me? I love it.

I step back into a calm stance, my sword extended before me. The witch snarls at me with long, yellowed teeth, before launching back into her unrelenting attack. I parry and dodge and lunge and stab and slice, breaking down the witches defence one swoosh of my sword at a time. I stay fo...

“I think I just met the happiest person in the world!”

Clara, my little sister, shoves open my door and runs into my room. She leaps onto my bed, excitement bursting from her every pore. The biggest grin humanly possible is on her face.

“Really? Because I’m pretty sure that person is you right now,” I reply.

She flops backwards, arms outstretched. She shakes her head, still grinning.

“No way! Ryan...

Never before had I hated my ability so much. When I was six, I fell out of a tree and injured my eyes, blinding me permanently. Somehow, losing my sight enhanced my hearing. I was able to hear every tiny murmur, every footstep of tiny insects. As well as making me hyper-aware of my surroundings, it also made me a god at marco polo.

But walking through the imposing doors of high school with my best...

The moon’s in the sky, I’m warm in bed,

Thats when I hear the chime in my head,

‘Go check your tik tok, you might have new views!’

I succumb to my mind. What do I have to lose?

‘Just check for new likes!’ I’d got only a few,

I scrolled through my feed, I was feeling quite blue.

All of these people, drowning in likes,

While I sat there sadly, ignored, out of sight.

‘Just a few likes, that’s all t...

I had never been happier to have a family member pass away. Firstly, I had never met my late Uncle Simon, so I couldn’t grieve for him, and secondly, he was leaving me his mansion! I grinned as I drove to his home, thinking about what an amazing house it must be. Simon was an incredibly successful historian, so of course his house must be impressive. I hoped I was right.

I pulled onto Birch Street...

I knew a government’s poor assasination job when I saw one. Knife in chest, not even puncturing a vital organ. They brought the victim in to the operating theatre and elevated him up on the surgery bed. They cut and fiddled and eventually the bullet was removed and wound cleaned. The man slowly regained consciousness.

“Where am I?” He groaned, confusion written all over his face.

“You’re in the Sa...

My mother always tells me to slow my lifestyle down, and appreciate the little moments. For a business woman like me, that advice seemed unachievable. This particular day, however, it seemed the universe forced it upon me. And I am glad.

I sprinted along the grimy city terrace, on my way to a conference. ‘Of course my alarm had to malfunction today, of all the days,’ I thought to myself. I was so...