When I wake up,

The other side of my bed is cold,

My stomach won't even rumble,

The craving never gets old,

The cottage grieves in sorrow

Corrupted by tainted mould.

I always restrain the temptation to run,

You’ll never catch me begging for gold,

Solitary seeps through the bed frame,

My body only craves somebody to hold.

Book: The Hunger Games, Suzanne Collins....

He's coming.

His dimples appear slightly

A smile you can't outrun

Agony rattled the crimson walls

The screams aren't fun

Cold metal on the swollen flesh

Where he rests the gun

Fought against thick rusty chains

Don't even try to fucking run

Door shut tightly

Might the monsters come...

If your hand could reach inside my heart,

What would you do with it?

Would you keep it safe inside my chest?

(Or rip it apart?)

Would you bandage up the wounds?

(Or give it deeper scars?)

Would you bring back the crimson glow?

(Or turn it charcoal grey?)

Would you return the busted leftovers?

(Or hide them away?)

If I could reach my hand inside your heart?

What would I do with it?

Would I ge...

(Warning: mention of murder and suicide)

“SAMANTHA!”

The words slipped out of my mouth before her other foot even left the platform. Unfortunately, my words are quicker than my actions. I reached out to try and grab her hand in an attempt to save her but it was futile. Samantha had fallen 15 stories down to her demise, and it was all my fault.

I stood at the shattered window. Eyes wide in sho...

It's easier to tell someone the truth,

When you can't see their face.

I wait like a home-alone puppy,

I finally get to feel your embrace.

I light a vanilla-scented candle,

I had the motivation to tidy the place.

The phone notification chimes,

I open your message in haste.

“I fell in love with somebody else…”

My smile has drifted into space.

Tears of mascara have left stains,

My perfect makeup has...

“Oh, you wanna run?” His chilling voice booms through the corridor. Through the gaps in the crate, I watch as he enters the room and swiftly lifts his axe to slash the keypad on the laboratory door with one single hit, “Try and run!”

I accidentally let out a painful whimper. It was as if he could read my mind and shatter my only escape plan. There was nobody else in room 42, It was just me and h...

England, London, 1815:

(Modern English Dialogue)

I have been alive for nearly two hundred years. I think it's safe to say I've overstayed my welcome on this Earth. Unfortunately, I only just realised this now.

I was born a long time ago. 1624 to be exact, but I thought my time would end much quicker. When I turned 24 I caught the plague, and just like anyone's luck during that time, I was dyin...

My mother never believed me when I warned her about the Rain Monster.

Who could blame her? I was only a young girl. He appeared on Halloween night when I was eight years old. My bucket of sweets was nearly full and the sky started to growl agitated with thunder.

“Time to go home now sweetheart.” My mother had told me. The sky then began to pour heavy rain down on our heads, drenching my day of ...