The soft glow of the moon illuminates the forest, rivers of black sky pouring like ink through the branches, the ground flickering and rising up to meet it. The sound of leaves rustling and branches snapping underfoot rises up around me like waves swelling in a storm, the sound enveloping me, a chorus of voices …
When we fall asleep, we’re trapped in our nightmares. When we wake up, we search for a stranger’s. Don’t you want to escape this? Darkness winds and twists around me, thick and suffocating, like a rope around my throat, shadows flitting between jagged shapes rising from the mist. I can feel the cold air seeping …
The trees whisper ancient tales of friendship and battle, weaving their branches through the canvas of leaves above us, watching, waiting, as the children venture through their midst. Drifting through the woods like the shadows themselves, sinister and silent, we watch them, too. Our curiosity gets the better of us sometimes. We become the air, …
Hazel shivered, the bitter night air creeping through her clothes, sinking into the pit of her stomach. The deserted streets echoed with the chorus of creaking doors and rustling leaves. She couldn’t help but think someone was watching her as she approached the graveyard. The foul stench of death wafted through the air, lingering around …
The fragments of glass framed the moon in its unearthly beauty. Wisps of smoke and cloud danced before it, phantoms in the breeze, to a haunting melody. Jagged buildings towered ominously over narrow roads, paved with stones the colour of ash. Resounding through the silence were footsteps, quiet and soft against the wooden floors. Prising …
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, …