Water lapped between her chin and neck, each wave colliding to the beat of her heart. Violet had always admired the ocean. She’d been told stories of beautiful blues; stories of gentle waves glazing the sandy shores. However, none of those stories mentioned how the water could fill your body and infiltrate your lungs until the only thing left was the slow, seemingly never ending pounding of your ...

If Estella didn’t find the diamond soon, she’d get caught. And so, she began her search again - adjusting her mask as she did.

The museum was magnificent. Intricate carvings lined every wall and artefacts lay perfectly still in their glass cages. On her right, she could see a vase painted with blue flowers. To her left, an ancient painting hung on the cream coloured wall. It depicted a beautiful ...