Silence

Drip. Drip. Drip. The endless sound of the leaking pipes. Crack. Crack. Crack. The endless walls of peeling paint. Clink. Clink. Clink. The solemn keys of the lonely piano. All the chairs, deserted. All the corners, empty. All the glass, smashed. Silence danced on the stage, like the entire room was filled. The refrain finishes … More Silence

We Will Remember

5… This was it. The end of everything I knew. 4… My legs were running faster than I thought they went. I needed to get under cover no matter how far away I was. 3… The whole country was in danger and it was down to me to protect the country. 2… I suddenly saw … More We Will Remember

Nothing

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