I step into the room, the walls are crimson and the lights red. Rose petals are strewn on the perfectly fitted bed. And there, on the fluffed pillows, lay a woman with blood trickling down her face.
I checked her pulse but she was already lifeless.
A few specks of blood stained her lovely white dress and her black hair that was carefully pulled back into a bun was now messy and loose. She was ...
βI think i just met the happiest person in the world!β She cheered.
βWho, you?β I ask. βWhy are you so upbeat all of a sudden?β
βMaybe his happiness rubbed off on me! He was very happy!β She suggested.
βWho?β I ask, she ignored me.
Iβve never seen her this happy, sheβs usually so cynical, always sees the worst in things. I watch as she skips around, whatβs gotten into her. I grabb her arm to ...
_Dear master,_
Most people just walk by me, they ignore me, thatβs good. For our plan to work we need people to ignore us until they must acknowledge us. Every thing was going according to plan, until the little girl showed up.
I was working on our project - discretely obviously, anyone passing by would have thought I was working on company finance of something like that - and then I noticed a l...
He came not long ago, arrived in his horse drawn caravan, he drove it himself, no servants whatsoever.
βI am the medicine man, I come to heal the weak and strengthen the strong!β He called to us all. βI can fix all injuries, remove all illnesses and transform all gloom!β
We all doubted that he could heal anyone and anything but after his medicine cured old Mrs Joseph of that nasty disease that ...
The old bookstore had always been my escape, but today it felt different, almost magical.
The little bell chimes as i open the door to step in out of the cold. Although it was dark and stormy outside the bookstore was lit by a nice calm light. It felt like a warm summerβs day.
It gave me this feeling of hope, that everything was going to be okay, that i was safe from danger.
I sat on a window...
I dart through the hallways, knowing I had to find a way out soon or they would recapture me. I came to a window and, without thinking, smashed the glass. My fist was coated in blood and shattered glass pierced my bare feet.
I pulled myself towards the window but stopped upon realising how high up I was. I didn't have time to find a better way so I took a deep breath, steadied myself, and threw m...
It was just lying there, on the ground. It looked centuries old and tatered at the corners. Emily, my best friend (who Iβd been walking with when I found it), walked over and picked it up. She opened it to a random page.
βWierd.β She muttered.
βWhat is it?β I asked.
βItβs definitely not written in english.β She said.
βLet me see.β I take the book from her hands.
I begin to read it allowed but...
Roses are thought to be the symbol of love, but thatβs only the head. The stem of the rose is covered in thorns which is a symbol of darkness.
When a rose dies the beauty leaves and the love surrounding it dies as well but the thorns stay, the darkness doesnβt leave these flowers even after death....