Pain flooded through my body as blood swept from my stomach. Head throbbing, my sight was disoriented as I went running down the corridor: spinning, spinning, spinning and into the darker light. The once neat hair scratched my eyelids, causing them to bleed, bathing me in a scarlet light. Crying out for help, the still … More Injuries


I had nowhere. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. Nowhere, no one, no way. I was trapped, circled by armed police, my life was over. “You’re under arrest!” I heard amongst all the ringing in my head. All I could see was a blur of blue flashing lights. “Put your hands up!” I hesitantly raised … More Nowhere

Cupid’s Perfect Shot

Picture this: A glowing red and orange fire ball dipping below the horizon, the fleeting colours of dusk beginning to fade away. The shimmering waves gently soak the sandy beach, where you are standing, and your feet that are resting lightly on the relaxing, warm sand. Your eyes are steady on the horizon, lost in … More Cupid’s Perfect Shot

A New Beginning

All around me was bliss; everyone was having fun and had beaming smiles that were contagious. I was so happy for once. Before today, I always felt depressed, forgotten and a piece of dirt on the floor. Only 3 weeks ago, I was lying hopelessly on the pavements begging for food and water. Filthy looks … More A New Beginning

Silence of the Lake

It’s been 15 years, but I still regret what happened at the lake that night. It wasn’t supposed to play out that way. Flashbacks take over my mind; pitch black sky, a broken lamp, screaming and the suddenly… Silence. The lake’s water thrusting about the bed. Still silence. Come up, I pray. Come up. Silence … More Silence of the Lake


She stared at her bloodstained hands as she backed away from his body. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, silent tears running down her cheek. “I’m so sorry!” She didn’t dare to look back, as she knew it would only make the pain sharper and would eventually kill her. But she couldn’t leave him. The only family … More Blood-stained


The ability to write a story is nothing short of a super power. I believe I have this ability, but I can’t find it in the expanse of my spacious mind. Maybe I will find it when I’m older, when I’m a teenager, or when I just feel like sitting down for hours on end … More Nothing