Remembrance Doroti Polgar Háború. War. Száznyolc év. One hundred and eight years. Háború. War. Two words which sound like conflict when spoken at once. Two
Winter Sophia Fras I look outside, what do I see? A white blanket all over the earth. I look at the lake, what do I
Nobody Taught Me How to Kill Someone Sadeen Ahmad nobody taught me how to kill someone; in all honesty, it’s like killing a colony of
The Forbidden Forest Daisy Phillips Once in the dark depts of a forbidden forest, I hear a voice calling my name. I follow the voice
Copy & Paste Gracie Fitzsimons It’s written all over your face, I’m not cool, But I’m pretty-okay. Spend my days at Waterstones, Or drinking coffee,
Veneration Zahara Foster I wanted to be one of the saints. My dressing table had many images hanging from it. Models, landscapes, movie scenes. What
The Wazum Grace Maher It was noon when Hugh came to the harmonious place called the Wazum. The Wazum is a mysterious place and is
Darkness My Life Eva Rose Burbidge Darkness is the first and last thing I remember. I don’t know where I am, how old I am.
The Green Light Gracie Fitzsimons I blinked… And it was as if everything, Everything we had made, Handcrafted and carved into our own little shell,
Unlucky at Sea Ava Candappa Crack! The old creaky door opened slowly, a middle-aged man silhouetted the darkness on the little fishing boat. “Can we
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