June 24, 2019 The palace would have been immaculate, if not for the bodies. Gleaming marble floors, polished banisters, light spilling in from the few stained glass windows unobscured by thick curtains. It was beautiful. But those damn statues of death everywhere… I had been on excursions like this before. All of us had, as … Continue reading Hybrid
Category: Short Story
After the War
2nd June 2019 You joined the fight so you could stop feeling helpless. And yet now, as the world crumbles around you, the anguish is worse than it’s ever been. All you can do is watch, and follow, as they drag them into the chamber, chained and blindfolded, silent in the face of death. Your … Continue reading After the War
The Escape
I slip back into reality with no memory of who I am, nor what has transpired before this. I’m not alone, either; two armed guards are walking beside me. It seems I’ve been a willing prisoner (am I prisoner? For some reason, I feel like one…), because I am not restrained. However, they do seem … Continue reading The Escape
Robbery at Point Lame*
Child abduction. Really? Of all the crimes in all their varying degrees of intensity that the Mob could accuse me of, they chose child abduction. You had to hand it to them- that's the quickest way to discredit anybody. Even murderers and most serial killers can't stand child abductors. Sick, twisted beings. I'm not, by … Continue reading Robbery at Point Lame*
They were sitting on a bench overlooking the water, the city’s bright lights and impressive skyline reflected on the ever-moving surface. It was cold, and they both felt it, yet by unspoken decision they moved no closer to each other. Finally, the silence became unbearable and he had to speak, if only to remind himself … Continue reading
Witches’ Storm
{Inspired by a dust storm.} “Get away from there!” Nat yelled. The double-glazed glass gates were shaking ominously, despite the many hands of other students pushing against them. She was terrified they would come crashing down on their heads. She was the eldest, so they did as they were told, stepping beside her while their … Continue reading Witches’ Storm
Falling
With a smile, I push off the edge of the bridge, plummeting straight down into the rocks below. I can hear exhilarated screaming, and soon realise it’s me, my voice being carried up by the wind. My eyes stay open despite the sting of rushing air; I want to see it all. The world blurring … Continue reading Falling
The Catalyst
"I am an Events Catalyst. When I’m around, things… happen. Faster. With more consistency." You meet her eyes, but she looks away, choosing not to elaborate quite yet. She’s sitting across from you in a leather chair a tad too big for her, her legs tucked beneath her thighs and hidden by the folds of … Continue reading The Catalyst
