She could only see the soft glow of the lantern ahead of her. It was disquieting. She’d always loved the darkness, but tonight it felt unsettling. Fear of the dark was one of the most widespread fears, she remembered reading once. As she hurriedly moved along the street, her hoodie pulled tightly around her body,Continue reading “Darkness”
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The Crack of a Floorboard
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen the back of an elephant before,” she whispered amused, nudging him with her arm. He didn’t reply. She turned her torch back toward him. “Everything okay?” He wasn’t looking at her. His eyes were fixed on something behind her, his brows creased. A knot of unease formed in herContinue reading “The Crack of a Floorboard”
When Night Falls
She was walking down the street, whistling to herself. Night had fallen quickly, but she was almost home. She threw her head back and stared at the sky. Stars were sprinkled across it randomly, but it was as though a thousand eyes were watching her, smiling down at her. She smiled back. She turned offContinue reading “When Night Falls”
The Writing Group
He turned on the lights and squinted in surprise. Cob webs covered the place from head to toe, but the light bulbs must have been replaced recently. He shivered. This was where they were meeting? He could only imagine: Dark writers had a strange fondness of odd places. Carefully, he worked his way inside, makingContinue reading “The Writing Group”
Through the Puddle
The bench he decided to sit on was wet with rain, but he didn’t really care. It had stopped raining an hour ago, but even that didn’t really register with him. He felt totally isolated, as though cut off from the world. Staring at the puddles on the ground, he felt the world keep spinningContinue reading “Through the Puddle”
The End
I looked down at the tiny cars way down below. They were so far away, they almost looked like toy cars. I sighed and turned back into the room hundreds of floors above. “You sure you want to do this?” The man opposite me nodded solemnly. He was down on one knee, looking at meContinue reading “The End”
Forgiveness
I watched the hand curl around the door, the long fingernails digging into the wood. In the shadowy moonlight, I could see the knuckles turning white. The door creaked. It was standing half ajar, but I was sitting in the dark, hidden away from the outside. All I could see was the door. The doorContinue reading “Forgiveness”
A New Life
He took one step at a time. Carefully placing one foot above the other, he hoisted himself up the steps. They were uneven and covered in grass, but he did not seem to notice. His thoughts were elsewhere; the steps a lifetime away. He kept seeing the shocked face, inches from his. First the happiness,Continue reading “A New Life”
Remember
He stared at the photograph. The colours were already starting to fade and the corners had been folded by accident when it had slipped behind the desk. He remembered the spot exactly. It had been his favourite place as a child. Sitting on the rocks, listening to the wind rustle through the leaves of theContinue reading “Remember”
Grey Skies
He stared up at the grey building. Some of the windows were lit, but they did nothing to cheer him up. Craning his neck, he could see the sky above, an even darker shade of grey than the building. His fingers gripped the umbrella tighter. He hoped he wouldn’t be needing it later. He didn’tContinue reading “Grey Skies”
FIA COLDWELL 