If you must know a secret pipe, alleyway or fort is most definitely the best place to hide a body

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_The woods were quiet as the fog crept in, curling like fingers through the trees. Max's boots crunched against the leaves, his breath shallow and fast. The weight of the body in the tarp on his back was heavier than it should’ve been. He hadn’t thought this through. It was too late to turn back...

The abandoned railway line that we had been walking on, the tracks long gone and lush green overgrowth filling in the gaps, widen into a clearing at the end of which was a tunnel built of stone that emerged from the undergrowth.

“Jesus Christ,” Lill said “What is that?” Her tone was tight, fearful even.

“It’s an old railway tunnel,” I said matter of factly and gesturing obviously to the path be...

My name is Becca. I know that because it’s short for Rebecca. I am 21 years old. I know that because I was born in 2002. I go to the University of Miami. I know that because it was the college closest to home. I have a boyfriend of two years and his name is Jackson. I know that because he's just spent the last three hours trying to justify the fact that he hit me publicly at a party. I promised my...

I abruptly stopped, blocking Wayne from continuing, by sticking out my left arm in front of his path.

“What…the…” Wayne’s eyes widened as he looked at me and then back to the scene in front of us.

Wrapped up tight in the trees and leaves was a gaping mouth of darkness, a cave that wasn’t on the detailed paper map I had retrieved at the visitor center before beginning our hike....

A sharp wind whistled. Endless rows of trees stood to strict attention, their leaves stretching desperately to reach the sun’s light that was hidden behind layers of thick mist. Moss consumed the ground, squelching uncomfortably at every step the young girl took. Her long brown hair repeatedly fell in front of her eyes as though attempting to shield her from seeing what lay ahead.

Stubbornly, she...

An eerily familiar laugh rang out through the misty forest. The young boy held his breath as he glanced in all directions, his eyes wide with terror. A shadow flitted in the corner of his eye. Whirling, the boy held his sword in a defensive position, his heart pounding.

“_Come on, Link. Get a grip! You just defeated Ganon and saved Hyrule!” _The boy thought, chastising himself. Though Link had en...

As they meandered through the dense forest, the characters stumbled upon a mysterious entrance to a cave. The moss-covered rocks seemed to beckon them closer, as if whispering secrets of the unknown. With curiosity guiding their steps, they cautiously entered the dark cavern, their hearts racing with anticipation. Inside, the walls were adorned with intricate stalactites and stalagmites, creating ...

A fortnight of traversing the thick woods coats the small band of teens. Faces smeared with dirt, and the pungence of strain seeming yo radiant in cartoonish waved lines about them. They slowly shuffle down the embankment to the trail way leading into the dark tunnel, the largest of the boys sliding down on his butt first, and aiding his smaller companions.

Skip, the largest, is barrel ches...

I dream about her every night. She summons me to the woods. I’m drawn to her, irresistibly.

She’s taller than me. Hair covers her face. The stench of death surrounds her. She pulls me close to her, I gasp, and I’m weightless.

What do you do when you wake up?

I’m crying. I want to go back. I can’t believe that I have to go and live my life again.

So this dream is a fantasy? Specter of death an...

“Seylakà.” She breathes, running a sun-kissed hand over the stone archway. I could only watch as she looked on, enraptured in her child-like enthral.

Feya was a closed book, enchanted to only open valuable pages at her own will. She didn’t bare the emotional impulse that ran Arden or the strive for fight that Frost could never tame, she didn’t have a molten temper running her mouth, like Mora or...