I watch my children play in the manors grounds through the barred windows of my

Kitchen. There faces glow with joy as they chase eachother through the flowers and

trees. Sally’s dress blew in the wind as she dribbled through the slender trees. Then

I saw her.

There inbetween the bushes a pale face hid. Peaking out beyond the daffodils and roses a young girl. Her black hair draped over her face...

I’ve walked this labyrinth too many times to count. Going from suite to suite collecting the deceased. Reaching from the oldest man with the big gray beard to the newborn boy who was yet to utter a cry. This hospital has become a daily visit. Every girl and boy, young or old have all feared my visit. Except one, Evie. I visit her on the regular. Unlike the others the minute i step foot into her pr...

I am dead. Before you ask not in the brain eating zombie type of way. I am a ghost and cursed to be so until i “fulfill my unfished purpose”. Which at first sounds nice but the only problem is i don’t know my purpose. Therefore here we are. Stuck in this dirty, old graveyard. Where no one visits and no one even knows exists. This shithole is completely isolated from the outside world. On a tiny is...

The lake ,The place where it started and ended. Summer 1998 where i met Olivia. That summer she dyed her hair bright pink. No wonder her body was so easy to

spot. That summer the sun gleamed extra bright against the lakes emerald water. People swam and laughed. Now the dock is showered in tears and memorial flowers of vibrant blues and oranges. If only they knew what happened that day. The last d...

I have been homeless for ten years. Ive watched people of all sorts walk past. They dont even bat an eye. From the most sucessful business man to the young students not a single person has even acknowledged my existence. Blinded by there new technology oblivious to the real world. Oh what i would do for a smile. A sweet smile. I promise i don’t bite. If only Evelyn was here. She would take me home...

Minutes turned to hours then before we knew it hours turned to days. I have lost track of how long we’ve been walking. Our food supply is being rationed to its last crumb and our feet are raw and flooding our boots with blood and sweat. The long path stretches into a gloomy shadow of mist. My back is aching as the baby in my backpack cries and whales for its mother. Its little head poking out of a...

“Dinner’s ready Albin” Albin’s mother, Emilia shouted up the stairs. Her firey red hair blew gracefully against the cold polish wind which gushed through the windows. Young Albin played up stairs with his toy aeroplanes as he guided them up and down throughout the air. He was only four years old but smart for his age.

“Albin sweetie dinner is getting cold!” Albin’s mother announced again in a mor...

Yama pov=

The taste of flesh is overmastering. One peice of that delectable human meat creates an explosion of flavour. Eyes are the best. The feeling of the eyeball popping in your mouth as you bite into it or the feeling of the blood running down your throat is heavenly. Not like i know much about heaven. Our kind isnt allowed anywhere near the pearl gates we have been banished to hell. But toda...

Lady Starling hung upon the wall, her face glaring down on me with a face of heaven itself. White lace ran down her dress, silloutting her figure as her little black bonnet lay comfortabley upon her head. She was slender and ghastly. Her fingers streched far like a long brittle thorn. Big Pearl necklaces wrapped around her throat squeezing tightly, ready to burst at any minute. Tomato juice staine...

My feeling begin to bubble like a witches couldren deep in my stomach. Posion flooding up ready to burst out and explode. He is my posion and his spell has bewitched me. I can feel the words in the back of my mouth waiting for the right time pounce out and confess my desire. Without thinking my body lunges forward griping the back of his shirt.

“I love you!” The words spill out my mouth.

His fac...