Around her were nothing but blank walls, white. The colour was sick, it didn’t signify anything. Not the earth or plant life, not the burning sun or a flickering candle, not the blushing of someone’s cheeks when they smile. Niamh had sat for weeks on end. She couldn’t recall when she’d first arrived here. It didn’t matter, it wasn’t like she had anyone to tell.

All she knew were four walls. And t...

C/W: suicide, language

The van trundled along like the black embodiment of death. Behind it, bright yellow light spewed out the backlights. The sky was eerily blue, covered in melting fog. Under the bridge, a deadly drop awaited.

A man was walking along the road, suit and tie pulled up under his chin. He didn’t try to avoid traffic, in fact he walked right into it. Something between now and this...

Putting this here just in case:

C/W - pregnancy complications, war/displacement, homelessness, mental illness.

In the dank, black pits of hell, the reaper swung his scythe dangerously. All around him souls hung on thin threads. One carefully placed slice and another life would be over in an instant.

A spider ran along his scythe and he plucked it from the blade, it’s little legs trapped between...

The wind blows my hair. I’m standing on the edge again. I have nowhere left to run anymore, no further way to escape my predicament.

I lurch over the edge of the cliff, and feel vertigo as the blood rushes through my veins when I see the huge seventy foot drop. There’s a slim likelihood I would even survive if I jumped off the edge. Aside from the impact of the water, there might be rocks and sh...

Time stops on this night with you

I tell myself it’s over now

It’s barely even truly begun

I want to scream, I want to shout

I won’t do it, I love you

Why don’t you love me too?

I saw you with that girl I know

Even her face looks just like mine

But somehow prettier still

She’s nothing but a stranger to you

I’ll love you in spite of her

Does that change your mind?

I fell in love with you over p...

I want a party

My nails should look beautiful

There’s a nail salon

Do you want to go with me

But you’d despise that. I know...

Chapter 1

The clock struck with a loud boom and the girl in the silver dress froze immediately. Her prince looked at her with concern as he saw the fraught emotions racing across her face.

‘Miss, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?’

She didn’t so much as reply, she simply stared at him with a startled expression before dashing off, lifting her skirts off the floor with both hands, and exiting...

The wiggle-witch was a strange and mystical being. She had hair the colour of ivory, and a plum, cone-shaped hat that would dissolve like jelly when she took it off her head and reconfigure as a pitch-black cat that followed dotingly at her heels. She was called the wiggle-witch by those that knew her because any time she needed to get away quickly in a scrape, which was particularly handy when sh...