The churning and gurgling as the rushing stream swept over the rocks. Bees danced merrily among the wildflowers tickling the surface of the water. Ever flowing, ever changing, the stream moved on through the seasons. A shout disturbed the tranquil scenery. Voices rose out of the chattering of the birds and the crashing of the …
An awkward silence filled the room as a few more guests entered the room, wiping their muddy boots on the doormat, hanging their dripping coats on the coat hanger at the base of the staircase. Most people think I am rather odd, which was perhaps partly the reason only seven people had said they would …
Phoenix Rose,” I stutter, “Uh, Phoenix Rose Adams,”. The teacher who is taking attendance in the front field is looking at me strangely, but hands me a map and locker key. “Thank you,” I smile nervously and quickly hurry towards the ever-growing line of new students in front of the door. Oakhill Boarding School towers …
The figure strode through the deserted streets, barely flinching as icy rain pounded against her long black robes. The hood shrouded her face in shadows, an ominous mask of darkness over her face. Terrified faces peered hesitantly out of their windows, but she wasn’t here for them. It was the day of a significant ritual …
I am perched on the edge of the rocks, staring up at the sky. The tranquil blue sea stretches out around the golden sand and grassy hills that make my little island. Our colourful patchwork hammocks are suspended in a cluster of trees, and flickering candles line the rocks. I stand up, stretching my wings, …
Nat jolted awake as the car swiftly turned the corner onto Applewood Crescent. She wrinkled her nose in disgust at all the neatly trimmed hedges and elaborate houses standing elegantly in a row along the crisp, clean pavement. She hated snobby, posh people and despite having never actually met them, she was absolutely sure she …
I remember the times when I would work, hands raw and blistered, face burning from the scorching sun, hoping, desperately clinging to the thought of something better. A comfortable life, with a house tucked away at the edge of the forest, sitting by tranquil streams and gazing out at the beautiful scenery. Then my daydreams …
Sometimes I am floating blissfully on a cloud, oblivious to my surroundings and the harsh truth of reality. Sometimes I am trapped in a surreal nightmare, shards of insanity shattering my mind. The worst time for me is when I just feel broken. Drowning in questions, guilt, pain and sadness unable to breathe. The best …