The petalsCurled into a little ball in the corner of the room he hid from the world, His body was wracked with the emotional pain that was coursing through him as if it was his lifeblood. His body language conveyed very clearly the pain that he felt, the sight of him inspired many to give him unwanted hugs, most didn’t even realise that they were unconsciously reading this about him.The room was earthy, with old wooden floors, walls with grey and brown wallpaper and wooden furniture. The four-poster bed in the centre hid him from view. Its silvery cover glinted in the sunlight streaming in from the window. The dresser’s draws were pulled out and ajar, clothing mottled the floor along with the few personal items he had allowed himself. With a black marker he had marked a wall with the words that passed through his mind every day. The words that made him cringe, the words that defeated him. The words that were devoid of any love.Hidden behind the piles of clothes, the bed and the dre
Travelers, Part two Chapter oneThe black demon was covered in feathers and fur, its rear end correlated with a lion’s while his front with an eagle. He was no ordinary griffin of course for you see: His fur was as dark as night, his eyes as red as blood and his heart as cold as stone. He dove from the skies, his front legs outstretched; the talons were ready to grab the unsuspecting prey below.The doe had being peacefully grazing, nibbling at grasses and leaves alike. Her eyes were wide and innocent, below her a fawn suckled. The young deer was just as innocent, in fact he was quite playful. With a squeak he dove away from his mother only to watch as the griffin swooped down and grabbed the female. Not caring much that he had stolen someone’s mother from them. No he was hungry and all he cared about was that. His need to fill his belly. He screeched as he took to the air, his own eagle-like screech mixing with the squeals and screams of the still alive doe. He chuckled to himself, feeling her writhing a
The needThe need to waitThe need to calibrateThe need to anticipateDon't you see?You cannot rush me.Perhaps I'm not a delicate flowerPerhaps I'm a little bit more souror tougher.I've always being a fighter.Not a lover.So let me embrace my need to wait.To calibrate and anticipate.To get used to the idea.To become comfortable in the area.I don't want to drownI don't want to become bound.I don't want to lose controlplease don't take my control.
Goodbye my darlingMy darling,I write to you in the hope that you are wellThat health and happiness rules your lifeAnd that nothing has let you down.I wish I could say the same about myselfI’ve waited until nowUntil the peak of my strifeUntil I’ve being kicked out of townI wish I didn’t have to say this about myselfFor you see I have being dealt a foulI am not toughI feel like if I let go I’ll drownI cannot save myselfKeep strong for they will hunt you downThey will tear and rip and shredAnd only then will they beginThere’s nothing I can say to save or help youFor we are the same down our very frownThey scream for our blood that is just as redThey say we are different despite what they are seeingMy darling all I think about is youI hope it is the same for you.I fear for our love that is so outcast and judgedI hope our positions will never budge.They are coming now,I can hear the horses,I can hear the automobiles,I can hear the helicoptersI am so s
Travellers, part one chapter fiveTeara looked back and her head cocked to the side, Seth was lying on the ground and knocked out cold. Only moment prior the aura that they had felt so strongly had disappeared and Seth’s steps and being silenced with his fall to the ground. She was shocked, had he become the next victim of this vicious monster? TG rushed towards the fallen protector yet before she could touch him she was thrown backwards by an invisible force. The area resounded with a grown that was so menacing that Teara was seriously contemplating abandoning this ‘righteous’ mission and leaving the land to its doom. This wasn’t her job was it? No her job was to travel, to run away from things when they got too serious. Her job was not to fight things, she wasn’t a fighter she was a witch.Just like Seth tears were forming in her eyes and wetting her fur. The dead-looking wolf was lying ahead of her sobbing and his sadness was contagious. It made her dwell on her life, on how she was a w