The first time the devil came knocking I was scared, hesitant. Eventually it became normal, he became a friend to me. He changed from a frightening face in my mirror, to a familiar one. When I went through a bad break up, he was there. My mum died and he was there.
One day I came home crying, I was being bullied. I thought I was ugly. My hair was knotty, my face pale and ghoulish, my cheeks puff...
The storm is loud, raging. It hurts all around it. No one can control it, if anything it controls them. In its wake it leaves a path of destruction. Hope is lost, tossed away with the broken remains of what was once our home. No one that nears it gets hurt.
But it hurts itself as well.
The storm, it destroys, it’s out of control. Then there’s the eye of the storm. A forbidden peace, a calm, a s...
I walk into the corporate meeting a little tipsy, and very late. Maya looks as though she didn’t want me to come at all. My seat is at the front of the room, I make my way there clambering through the chairs.
“I apologise for my absence.” My words stumble out of my mouth in a clumsy manner. I giggle.
“What is so funny Mr. Donalds?” The instructors voice is serious, calm and stern. I don’t like ...
Dear future:
If you are reading this it is not too late. Watch your back. They are taking over. Smash all of your technology, they’re listening, watching.
The government use it, the technology. Don’t listen. Resist the brain washing. Resist. Please, for the sake of humanity.
I am writing this out of fear for the future. No one will listen. I hoped you might.
Read a book, draw a picture, play ...
I remember them. Bailey with her dusty blonde hair, Luke’s was the blue of ocean and Lyra’s the purple of lavenders. Naomi however, her hair was a swamp green.
Their hair reflects their personalities and makes them well.. them.
It’s difficult to comprehend what happened on that day. October 30th 1983. We had collected sweets from every house, giggling all the way home. We stopped outside of Bai...
Waves crash against the boat as I pull the paddle through the current, roughly. The box of tackle rustles at the movement. My fishing rod rests under my arm. If I don’t catch something then my family can’t ear tonight.
Once I set everything up, I get into position. The bait lands a half mile away. Now I just have to wait. This is the hard part, staying observant while waiting.
It takes a while...
All of the art is fake. Everyone is clueless. It doesn’t take much to realise, they are painted with barely any effort and don’t match the originals. The people of the museum all have empty stares. To anyone who isn’t brainwashed this is horrifying.
Only me and Raya are unaffected. This place is so big it’s overwhelming. My gown is stained a blood red as it shifts across the floor of the museum.
...
I set down the dirtied doll. My sister got it for Christmas last year. Now she is gone, we have no reason to keep it. A little while after Anna had been gifted the doll, which she named Corrie, she had started acting… distant, weird. We were always close, until Corrie came along. Such a stupid name for such a stupid doll.
Every time we went out as a family Corrie would be there. She bathed with ...
Dream Island was beautiful. Visiting it was always a pleasure. But there’s only 1 thing that stops me from staying……….
The beasts
Grogbottoms
Slitherlivers
Terrorfacers
They stalk and kill easily. I walk for miles until the beautiful kingdom of Morsily comes into view.
The blue tower like building sticks up in the distance, red leaved trees hiding it from society. I see the ancient tree of won...
Sirens echoed around the dock, piercing into my brain. They were too late. Icy black waves were stained red with blood. My head spun in circles, trying to explain what I just witnessed. Death is something of grief not glory, but right now in this place, I am glad it has taken place. 2 people, an icy death and horrid pasts. Police grabbed my arms and shook me as tears trailed down my face. Fear for...
