Just a girl who loves to write and make up stories. I want to improve, and I’m hoping to let my creativity flow whilst getting some helpful feedback on my work!
Just a girl who loves to write and make up stories. I want to improve, and I’m hoping to let my creativity flow whilst getting some helpful feedback on my work!
As the moon peeked out from behind the clouds, it illuminated a mist which was gathering. An indistinguishable noise carried across the air, the undisturbed crypts vibrated with strange, repeating words.
At the epicentre of the necropolis, sat on the oldest crypt was the barely animated remains of a woman. As the chant repeated, the air became static and mist began to swirl around the remains, f...
I put the pillow over my head, pressing down on my ears, trying to drown out the muttering.
Mason has been asking me to swap rooms for weeks, he kept complaining about how loud Victoria is at night. Kept saying she’s talking to someone on the phone. Said he could see the light from her phone coming from under her door. Victoria insisted she hadn’t been speaking to anyone. I just thought he was b...
My lungs burned. My furious paddling was becoming clumsy, and I was losing speed. I risked a glance behind me to see if the men were still running down the side of the bank. They were.
An hour ago I had been relaxing in my tent. Each year I came out here, to the same spot. Though this year I was a few months early, the weather was still cold, but I had a lot going on in my life, and I needed som...
TW: Violence and stalking
23/05/2004
The urges are getting stronger. I saw him again today. Just a glimpse of him was enough to get my adrenaline going. Something about the way he walks, the way he talks.
Something came over me whilst I watched him walk out of the coffee shack. I abandoned my need for caffeine and I followed him for a while. He didn’t notice me.
27/05/2004
So I’ve been b...
A soft breeze flowed across my face, as I glided down the track. Sundown was my favourite time of day. When the sun disappeared behind the horizon, the air always smelled its best. The wheels of my rollerblades lulled me into my own head, and my thoughts buzzed. The sensory input of everything encapsulated me in my own bubble where I could be at one with myself. It was during my evening skate that...
Making friends with the ghost in your attic brings you many benefits, as well as faults… When I first laid eyes on the ghost, my initial reaction wasn’t fear, but curiosity. His name was Ben, and he appeared to me in a soldiers uniform. He was older than me, but only just. Through him, I learned so much about the Second World War. Things school never taught us. The war became an interest of mine, ...
The umbrella was just for show. A very human reaction to weather. It helped him blend in as he walked amongst the humans. Despite his attempts to blend in, people still seemed to have a sense about him, and would tend to avoid him; mostly without realising. People would walk just that little bit further out of their way when they came near him. He didn’t mind. Most humans feared death.
It was r...
I couldn’t stop staring at the wilted blades of grass, turned hard in the frost. The longest blade curved downwards, it’s point nestling into her palm. I suddenly had a tingling in my hands as I recalled how sharp rough grass could feel. I used to push my palms into it when I sat on the grass during sports day in school. It always surprised me how something which was usually so soft, could be so u...