Family is not a choice. You have who you have and you always will. Sometimes I wish I had it different. Sometimes I think it would be better that way.

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Pepole always tell me that they love going home and hearing the joyful voices of their family. They tell me that they would never want to be anywhere else but with the pepole they love. I, however, disagree.

I believe that family’s are loo...

Speaking of what,

I cannot fully, authentically preach.

Surrounded by what does not listen,

When I ask gaiety to let me be.

Far, away from

What turned my head storm, frail,

But it’s inescapable,

Looting my brain until I’ll wail,

Maybe because there still some things,

Pestering me, annoying me.

It’ll get better,

Life will flourish from the trees,

But oaks will always be slaughtered,

Cut dow...

Death is inescapable, I realize this now as I watch the oak box lower slowly into the ground, as a preacher speaks words that I no longer listen to. My mind slowly drifts back to that night, the sky was dark as ink, and me and her were running silently down the sleepy streets, racing each other like we always do, except this night was different, this night was cruel. A big hulking man came out of ...

Red is my favourite colour, I say

The kind of lie that comes bare faced and white

Like the one T-shirt my husband and I argued over the one time

Doesn’t hurt anyone

I do not have a favourite colour, I say

Some truths are just so

Not bitter or painful or hard to say

I like black, I say

Because for the longest time I was taught that black wasn’t it

The colour of your skin determined

what acti...

Met her under the oak tree

A pretty little nymph

A nymph that was kind to me

She was inescapable

I saw her everywhere

For her name is Cassie

Cassie a friend of calix

Under the oak tree

We became friends

Under the oak tree

I wish we were partners

Under the oak tree

We held hands

Under the oak tree

We made flower crowns

And I saw her smile

Her kindness lighting up

My dark soul

Under t...

_Run_.

The word repeated in Lynn’s mind, over and over, filling every corner. She watched as other girls rushed past her to clean up her mess. She almost fell in line with them out of habit, but turned the other way.

Picking up her pace, she walked turned to a run as she rushed outside. Her brown hair flew behind her with no way of tying it back. The wind hit her face as she finally reached the ou...

The walls were closing in...

Crumbling and cracking. I had no time. I can't do this.

Investigating the looting was the worst decision I ever made, by any person, ever.

No time to think.

Why did I go into the tailor's shop? Why?

Why did I open the door? Why did I leave Aryth and Ledyr behind? I needed them. I can't do this alone. Aryth... yes, he's a bit dumb, but at least he can break a trap using...

“Quick, this way!” Luke shouted, his feet sprinting towards the wooden oak doors that lead into the manager’s office at the very back of the store.

He shoved the door open, stepping aside so I could run in after him. Coming to a stop inside the office, my lungs tried to recover from the exertion of racing through the entire supermarket.

“What WAS that, Luke?” I cried. My mind replaying the sce...

Steph walked through the forest, ducking under some low branches as she made her way to Buckley. ‘Why,’ she wondered, ‘are there no roads in better condition leading to Buckley?’ An invisible spider web hit her face and she lost her composure for a moment, waving her arms around in a futile attempt to escape the unseen net.

“Are you alright, lady?” A voice reached her ears and Steph whirled around...

Three boys who grew up together in the 1700s sail out to find a treasure in the Caribbean. They find a map and it happens to just be something to throw them off, but they don’t quite know yet. They get to an island that the map leads them to, and it says to follow The tiny berries left behind by squirrels and chipmunks. This island seems inscapable. They don’t quite know where to go because of all...