House on the Hill

Shadows clawed the ground; their malleable and extensible limbs became writhing messes across the ash-littered undergrowth next to the house on the hill. Far, far above the shadows, the puppet master plays his cruel game as he governs the malicious deeds of his minions. As I am, being the courageous, daring explorer, I venture forwards … More House on the Hill

Up in the Atmosphere

High up in the atmosphere, You can barely breathe. The air has run away… You’re falling too fast, Can’t catch your escaping breath and Your idiot friend follows you, But you can’t let them die. You throw your parachute up… Saved them Not yourself You are spiralling further and further Out of control High up … More Up in the Atmosphere

Day of the Dead

He crept up to the window. Despite the fog clouding his vision, he could see the marsh ahead clearly. She was coming. A gush of water devoured the road that lead to town. He had no escape. Tick. Tock. His time was nearly up. Tick. Tock. He could hear her footsteps striking the cold stone … More Day of the Dead