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Pain.
Misery.
Frustration.
These are the only feelings my painkiller-addled brain is able to feel as I hobble along the pavement in front of my hostel block towards my chariot that awaits me.
Okay, it’s a pretty small buggy, but I’ve got crutches and a cast the size of South … Continue Reading
“Daddy, daddy, it finally happened! I got a supergirl doll!”
Traditions like this were why Ethan Foster liked living in a small town; children receiving surprise handmade toys with the morning newspaper, quarterly potlucks ending in impersonation contests, and his all-time personal favorite: Ducky Day. … Continue Reading
“Achoo!” My sneeze echoed through the halls of the library. It could have been mistaken for a violent spirit seeking retribution. But there was no vengeful ghost lurking amongst the bookshelves. It was just plain old me, blurry-eyed looking for calm, quiet and rationality—a commodity in huge deficit on Halloween … Continue Reading
Draco knew since the first time they met each other at the Hogwart’s express that they were not just any arch enemies. And when Harry turned down his invitation to be friends, it only made it harder for Draco to resist him. There was something about Potter. Maybe it … Continue Reading
In a piece of timber your destruction lay,
By the woodland’s cave does it stay,
Finder’s call will it obey,
Every other mortal with death shall pay.
A lone hut lay hidden amidst the thickets beside Tadevia – the traveller’s route. It might appear abandoned to the villagers, but … Continue Reading
She woke up soon. Too soon for it to be the morning, but too real for it to be a dream. She stared at the ceiling for a little bit and watched the rusty old fan rotate lazily. Her eyes felt heavy, and she decided to close them again, only … Continue Reading
Day 64
The streets were deserted. Where was everyone? Where had they all gone?
So
Anna froze.
So you think you can tell
It was happening again. The voice, coming from behind her, much too familiar – David Gilmour. But she knew that the person behind … Continue Reading
The streets were deserted.
“Where was everyone?”
“Where had they all gone?”
That was what had gone through my mind 3 years ago, as a coat drifted off into the wind, as if it was searching for it’s owner getting caught on a lamp post just as it was starting … Continue Reading
“The streets were deserted. Where was everyone? Where had they all gone?”
Her eerie whisper had pierced the cold darkness that enveloped us. The nuances of her petite and pale face, her platinum locks dancing before her widened eyes, sculpted a visage of anguish in my mind.
As I watch … Continue Reading
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