The whiter the snow, the redder the blood. Or so it appears that way. Escpecially when there’s a dagger lodged in your leg and a puddle of crimson framing your wound like a work of art. Well, yeh, that just so happens to have happened to me.

It doesn’t help that the tree I’m leant against has frost melting onto my tactical gear and freezing up my entire body. And, someone’s nicked one of my boots...

It’s hard to be inconspicuous when you’re hanging upside down.

Suppose I found that out the hard way. I didn’t exactly expect the castle woods to be surrounded by animal traps. Or that said animal traps hung you suspended upside down from a flimsy tree branch. Rather precarious, to say the least. Considering the fact that the branch could snap and I could fall flat on my face, right after telling ...

“You can see the world from up here.” Reeve muttered, dangling his legs off the edge of the cliff.

Ember turned her head to look at him, smiled, then rested her head on his shoulder. She didn’t speak, there were no words needed. Just the simple twittering of birds, the rustle of the trees behind them and their steady breathing. Below was the city of Acamar, buildings lining the valley, their win...

I grip my sword tight, my breathing coming out in puffs of white as frost settles on my cheeks. Feet numb, I stumble through the battlefield, ducking clumsily under a mace, then twisting just out of the way of a sickle. When a soldier charges at me, I clash our swords, finding purchase on the snowy ground with spiked shoes as I push back. My eyes dart helplessly from side to side, and I quickly lu...

Surprisingly, there were no guards gripping my arms to prevent me from running away. First mistake. I could have just turned, sprinted off and blew up the castle. Of course, I won’t do that, but it’s a possibility. I kept my eyes on the king’s silk-clad back. His posture was pristine, much like any king, but with a very slightly left slant. Second mistake. Poorly hidden weaknesses, a bad back ca...

The firm grip of the guards is the only thing to stop me from letting my thoughts wonder to the thought of meat, of honey, of something other than stale bread. Ropes bind my wrists together, it’s restricting, yes, but an obstacle easily surpassed. I walk willingly, there is no point in struggle; the guards won’t even look in my direction in fear that they’ll get ‘peasant sickness’- trust me, they ...

“You here to finish me off, sweetheart?” -Hunger games

The battlefield was gruesome, to say the least. Bodies scattered the ground, the nauseating smell of blood, flesh and burnt hair oozing into the atmosphere, and a dark cloud hovered above everything, almost a warning of what more is to come.

Grimacing at the unpleasant squelch as I move across the corpse-littered trench, I sigh. ...

Flames roared and licked up at the castle, burning down all it could reach. Dozens of soldiers were positioned outside, surrounding the king and queen, who were luckily unscathed. A couple were winding between the crowds, yelling desperate calls of, ‘is everyone alright? Is anyone hurt?’

I, as one of the soldiers, was in this group. I sat on a small stone, at the edge of the panicking soldiers a...

I don’t know what to think of this one. It’s a bit too vague for my liking, but please tell me what you think! I really appreciate any kind of feedback.

When I wake, my head is spinning. My face is slick with sweat, stubble growing on my cheeks and my throat more parched than it’s been in years. A small stinging sensation shoots through my wrists. Instinctively, I attempt to pull them up,...

“Don’t rush me, I’m being as careful as I can.” Halsten Jokela muttered, his fingers deftly working at the lock the cell, occasionally letting out small grunts of frustration.

Innes Toma fidgeted on the spot, rocking from the balls of his feet to his heels and back again, “There could be an officer coming…” he warned restlessly.

Halsten was a big man, short hair, smooth, dark skin and a strange ...