I’ve always written stories for as long as i can remember. But it hadn’t really became a dream until i started writing stories to escape and I’m sure I’m not the only one.
I’ve always written stories for as long as i can remember. But it hadn’t really became a dream until i started writing stories to escape and I’m sure I’m not the only one.
The day Harriet returned I was in bed. Surrounded by my daughter and sons, talking to me.
My loving, passionate Harriet came to me with a smile on her face. The girl and woman I fell in love with, was there to see me. See me again.
I reached my hand out to her but my son took it and I said:
“Your mother is waiting for me. I’m tired. We’ll see each other soon’ my voice began to fade.
“I promised...
She sat on the floor rocking.
Back, forth. Forth, back.
The voices won’t stop, humming and screaming in her head. But its the humming and screaming that lets her know that she lives. The low repeats of the same song being sung by the birds and the wind outside the small window.
She can’t be seen, heaven forbids it, if she was seen it would condemn her to pain, anguish and sorrow.
If she was seen...
Shots fired.
Pain shot through her abdomen, it hurt. A lot.
She heard shouts. Her world started to tilt, she felt like a deadweight, or she was drunk. She felt hands grabbing her arms, they felt soft against her rough jeans. The feeling of floating, no, she was flying.
She smiled.
Pain kept shooting up her body.
Her eyes were heavy.
One thought came to her before she closed her eyes,
‘At least s...
Running through the halls full of greenery. Passing fern leaves, oak trees, silver birch trees. All made me think of all the memories that people kept making in this city. But their all lies, they tell you lies to keep you from leaving this god forsaken city.
I pressed the button in my hand, behind me bombs went off, bombs that would destroy the heart of the city, The Emerald Greenery University w...
Legend has it that every 7th November, people could hear an animal calling. It sounded like an animal but if you listened to it carefully, it sounds like a high pitched wail. A sad wail, one of despair and terror.
According to legend, the creature has lost something important to it but no one knows what. Local people won’t go near the thing, out of fear it would hurt them, but the creature doesn’t...
We stared at her, i gave her a small, encouraging smile. She looked to the side of me, lost in her own world.
“When i was around eleven years old, a man came to my house to kill my parents.” She paused.
“Only they weren’t in the house. The man broke down the door to my bedroom and pointed his gun at me. When he saw me in the corner, he kneeled down in front of me.” I felt my gut twist, I couldn’t ...