Amelia jolted awake. Smoke choked her lungs and she coughed. Her ears rang as she blinked in the darkness of the cockpit, fighting against the pounding strain of her head. Cracked screens sparked and flickered with every colour. Amelia cursed.
Ivaran Giljor was sprawled out in an unusual way. His long elfish limbs contorted and bent in ways that could leave only a dead man comfortable. Silvery blood pooled across the cobblestone floor of the dank suffocating underground railway station,
It’s hard to believe how different things were only a few days ago. A matte grey highway had stretched out in front of me, my attention gliding smoothly from the crisp yellow markers on the pristine metal road, across
“Are you sure we should be out here?” Neil asked nervously. Casey laughed, her hands stuffed lazily in the pockets of her skinny black jeans. “Of course not, these woods are restricted. If we’re discovered we’ll probably be shot at.”
Hours ticked by as I lay in bed, my mind reeling with excitement, racing in circles like the cars printed on the fabric of my bedsheets. What had once seemed unattainable, impossible even, was just months away. Perhaps the other
What is poetry? What does it mean? Why do we have it? I know it’s not exactly the most exciting topic you can think of. But give me ten minutes and I’ll change your mind. Because in my opinion, english
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