Alligal thought at first it to be the clouds rolling over the sun. His jaunt along the anfractuous pathway cutting through the fields remained still a quiet one. He craned his head upward toward the blotted light and squinted. He saw nothing, and the blot steadily absconded from the sun, obscuring it no further.

It was then that the unearthly roar of a creature punctured the natural world and it...

"I must have OCD".

Because you like the way

Your pens look when they're lined

By their colour and height.

But you don't know the half

Or even a quarter

Of the insomnia

Keeping you trapped in

Wondering if you'll die

Because you didn't look

Enough times at the door.

OCD is violence.

The fear of who I am

That I might be evil

Because my mind tells me

That if I pass a girl

I might want to kill he...

The common misconception about mafias and gangs, Zachary thought, was that they were little more than a cluster of coordinated thugs with no intelligence. Hence the settling for violence.

Zachary did not particularly feel the same. A don, a head, a leader. Sharply dressed and charismatic, he thought more of himself as a traditional leader. One that not only leads, but establishes that much neede...

"So yes, they do have a song about you. Isn't that strange?"

It seemed the least of Heathcliff's problems. His tight scowl tightened further, the warbling Kate Bush flouting about the YouTube video's confines. I smiled, awkwardly, stifling the rising urge to wail along dramatically. But the song did not perturb Heathcliff nearly as much as the sight of a video playing on a laptop. His fingers pr...

A pungent odour permeated the air. A sickly, rotten stench befell the fields, as if engulfed by death. Plumes of shining, arcane smoke billowed high in bulging bubbles rising high into the air.

A small spell gone most terribly wrong. Wynn, clutching her umbrella firmly in her cold fingers, winced at the enormous terror that began to cloak the forest in the distance. Its turgid rippling bloomed a...

There are hopeless tears of grief and sorrow

And yet the dawn will come tomorrow.

The skies are dim, the world is hollow

And yet the dawn will always follow.

The hopelessness, with carving knives

Recoils in pain when dawn arrives

Its festering in mortal lives

Will all but die while dawn survives.

The blackened sky will light once more

From endless field to calming shore

Cry now in darkness, c...

It had been three days since Ninian set away from Earlsbridge. Lucis, in tow at Ninian's side, casted his gaze over his shoulder at the retreating silhouette of 'The Blind Bee' tavern, and with it Goraidh's looming, waving figure gradually slipping out of view.

The road ahead offered little. A single post with dropping arrows and faded lettering passed the pair by, leaving nothing but the barren...

I downloaded an astrology app mostly as a joke. My friend is into all of that sort of hocus pocus, she convinced me it was worth having despite how skeptical I am. Still, I wanted to make her happy, so I had the app collecting virtual dust while I went about my day.

I didn't really think about it until it sent me a notification. It told me I had a horoscope waiting to be read, which I thought wa...

Titanic is a word in the film industry that rivals its real life counterpart in terms of its colossal recognition around the world. With a stunning mastery of cinematography, strong dialogue and an emotional storyline, it is of little wonder how it manages to capture audiences even today.

There is little to dislike about this film. I adore the magnificent visuals, the compositions of the soundtr...

Wandering in a forest underneath the pale beams of moonlight. Leonide thought he might be sleepwalking, lead-heavy legs dragged him through the brambles, sluggish and sagging with unfamiliar weight.

The hum of crickets in monotonous orchestra blurred into one jarring vibration ringing in Leonide's ears. He could walk no further, too blinded by the penumbra to see more than a few steps in front o...