I awoke the following morning to find Lucy sitting near the edge of the cliff just staring down at the remains of her city. Casting a glance towards James I saw he was asleep. Why they hell did he have to come here with us? I stood up with a groan as every joint seemed … More Come With Me: ‘What kind of fantasy world I had been taken to’
Rushing. I’m late. Feeling sick with nerves and hunger I can’t remember for the life of me the room number I am supposed to be going to. I roam the halls of the oldest building on campus. The deadly silence of the building hung like a cloud over my head. Finally the room! I was … More Silence
S Robinson – A Story of Obsession, Love and Inevitably, Murder Click the link above to read, most browsers should allow you to view pdfs without needing to download anything but Adobe PDF reader is free if needed. I will be putting the rest of my writing up as PDF’s because this allow me to … More S Robinson – A Story of Obsession, Love and Inevitably, Murder.
Dear Ms. Forman, I sit alone in my room. I can’t cope with the outside world, everything is irritating me. Digging into my brain. So I came here. The world outside is a scary place, there are twists and turns. Dark alleys. Winding paths, that if you go down, you may never come back out … More Remember Me Not For The Crimes I Have Commit.
“Front door ajar. The morbidity of the moment flows over the threshold hugging my feet. Reaching out my hand I pushed the door open and entered the house. I caught a glimpse of a black tide through the door to the dining room. Everyone’s sorrow embodied in their suits and boots. Going into that back … More Photographs At A Funeral
This is something I’ve put off uploading to WordPress but I feel like sharing it, this story was written as part of a task in my Creative Writing class last year and the brief was to take a short story we liked and to retell it in our own words, or take an aspect of … More Hugo Mann’s Perfect Soul – R.A. Salvatore
First days. Jack hated first days. On the first days of nursery, of primary school, high school and college something bad had happened. Nursery he was sick all over the teacher. Primary school he had wet himself in front of his class. High School he had called his tutor “Mum”. After the first day of … More First Days
This a short excerpt I wrote a couple of years ago when I was around 16. — There was only silence. That’s all there ever was. That and the darkness. The only breaks in the silence or the darkness, was when we breathed. Or when they came and got us to take us to be … More Darkness
This is a short story for my third year Creative Writing module. Come With Me
Ella looked up towards the sky, a dark cloud hung on the horizon, promising more rain than this part of the world had seen for decades. But as she and Brandon drew closer it soon became clear that the cloud was in fact smoke, the smell of burning filling their nostrils. Under better circumstances Va’Lohren … More Serpent Sand