Dark twisting trees lay ahead of the wide dusty track. The pitch-black sky lay covering this tortured world. Howling every few seconds made us jump, we all scrambled together tumbling over the old twisty branches. I could feel the fog creeping through, like last September night when the storm was just beginning, enclosing us like a prince trapped in a dungeon. What lay ahead of us is unknown, what was just beginning nobody knew, all feeling dread of the next few hours. The quiet patter of our footsteps could be heard through the silence covering us like, a thick warm blanket on, a cold winter\"s night. Glancing behind, every few minutes, fear trapping us in a mystery of darkness, all of us in our own mind thinking, of the never-ending doom that was laid out for us. Not one of us saying a word, not a word needed to be spoken as we knew what the person behind us thought. Longing to turn around, but not knowing what lies ahead is the greatest mystery of all, not knowing is the ultimate weapon against us. Dread, darkness, never-ending, were words that I never thought I would use until today. Dark twisting trees lay ahead of the wide dusty track. The pitch-black sky lay covering this tortured world. Howling every few seconds made us jump, we all scrambled together tumbling over the old twisty branches. I could feel the fog creeping through, like last September night when the storm was just beginning, enclosing us like a prince trapped in a dungeon. What lay ahead of us is unknown, what was just beginning nobody knew, all feeling dread of the next few hours. The quiet patter of our footsteps could be heard through the silence covering us like, a thick warm blanket on, a cold winter\"s night. Glancing behind, every few minutes, fear trapping us in a mystery of darkness, all of us in our own mind thinking, of the never-ending doom that was laid out for us. Not one of us saying a word, not a word needed to be spoken as we knew what the person behind us thought. Longing to turn around, but not knowing what lies ahead is the greatest mystery of all, not knowing is the ultimate weapon against us. Dread, darkness, never-ending, were words that I never thought I would use until today.
Sunday 27 December 2020
The Night No One Will Forget
Inspired by The Maze Runner.
Dark twisting trees lay ahead of the wide dusty track. The pitch-black sky lay covering this tortured world. Howling every few seconds made us jump, we all scrambled together tumbling over the old twisty branches. I could feel the fog creeping through, like last September night when the storm was just beginning, enclosing us like a prince trapped in a dungeon. What lay ahead of us is unknown, what was just beginning nobody knew, all feeling dread of the next few hours. The quiet patter of our footsteps could be heard through the silence covering us like, a thick warm blanket on, a cold winter\"s night. Glancing behind, every few minutes, fear trapping us in a mystery of darkness, all of us in our own mind thinking, of the never-ending doom that was laid out for us. Not one of us saying a word, not a word needed to be spoken as we knew what the person behind us thought. Longing to turn around, but not knowing what lies ahead is the greatest mystery of all, not knowing is the ultimate weapon against us. Dread, darkness, never-ending, were words that I never thought I would use until today. Dark twisting trees lay ahead of the wide dusty track. The pitch-black sky lay covering this tortured world. Howling every few seconds made us jump, we all scrambled together tumbling over the old twisty branches. I could feel the fog creeping through, like last September night when the storm was just beginning, enclosing us like a prince trapped in a dungeon. What lay ahead of us is unknown, what was just beginning nobody knew, all feeling dread of the next few hours. The quiet patter of our footsteps could be heard through the silence covering us like, a thick warm blanket on, a cold winter\"s night. Glancing behind, every few minutes, fear trapping us in a mystery of darkness, all of us in our own mind thinking, of the never-ending doom that was laid out for us. Not one of us saying a word, not a word needed to be spoken as we knew what the person behind us thought. Longing to turn around, but not knowing what lies ahead is the greatest mystery of all, not knowing is the ultimate weapon against us. Dread, darkness, never-ending, were words that I never thought I would use until today.
Dark twisting trees lay ahead of the wide dusty track. The pitch-black sky lay covering this tortured world. Howling every few seconds made us jump, we all scrambled together tumbling over the old twisty branches. I could feel the fog creeping through, like last September night when the storm was just beginning, enclosing us like a prince trapped in a dungeon. What lay ahead of us is unknown, what was just beginning nobody knew, all feeling dread of the next few hours. The quiet patter of our footsteps could be heard through the silence covering us like, a thick warm blanket on, a cold winter\"s night. Glancing behind, every few minutes, fear trapping us in a mystery of darkness, all of us in our own mind thinking, of the never-ending doom that was laid out for us. Not one of us saying a word, not a word needed to be spoken as we knew what the person behind us thought. Longing to turn around, but not knowing what lies ahead is the greatest mystery of all, not knowing is the ultimate weapon against us. Dread, darkness, never-ending, were words that I never thought I would use until today. Dark twisting trees lay ahead of the wide dusty track. The pitch-black sky lay covering this tortured world. Howling every few seconds made us jump, we all scrambled together tumbling over the old twisty branches. I could feel the fog creeping through, like last September night when the storm was just beginning, enclosing us like a prince trapped in a dungeon. What lay ahead of us is unknown, what was just beginning nobody knew, all feeling dread of the next few hours. The quiet patter of our footsteps could be heard through the silence covering us like, a thick warm blanket on, a cold winter\"s night. Glancing behind, every few minutes, fear trapping us in a mystery of darkness, all of us in our own mind thinking, of the never-ending doom that was laid out for us. Not one of us saying a word, not a word needed to be spoken as we knew what the person behind us thought. Longing to turn around, but not knowing what lies ahead is the greatest mystery of all, not knowing is the ultimate weapon against us. Dread, darkness, never-ending, were words that I never thought I would use until today.
The Missing Heiress
My world has traditions that we must live by, but no one knows who created them or where they came from. The past rulers have told us that they were written long ago, some even said it came directly from the gods, others say that they\"re written in the stars, but we can\"t know exactly where they come from. My city Olympia Panthea is broken down in four categories, that you are born into, but this has separated us, we were once whole, strong and united but now we are broken, separated and lonely. No one is the same here. We may be with the same group of people, we may dress alike and eat the same foods, but it doesn\"t mean we are happy, it doesn\"t mean that we all stand united. It just means it\"s one way to separate us so we don\"t mix with the others who aren\"t our kind.
There are five distinct parts to our city, there is the Bravehearts, these people are honest warriors that are not afraid of anything. The peacealots hate the thought of violence and conflict, they help to keep the peace among the city. The hopelers are the ones that believe in the good and are the ones that give people hope within the city when it is filled with chaos. The knowledeingable are those that know anything and everything about the city, its past and present and are the ones you go to if you need to know or learn anything as they have read every piece of literature and have the power of the moon some say. This city also has another side which we call the region. This part of the city doesn\"t have these distinct parts to them as they are a hybrid, Variantigent, they are called this because they are selfless, peaceful, brave and intelligent.
Each of us is born in one part of the city and are when you become of age you must go through a ceremony and choose where you want to stay for the rest of your life. I\"m not sure what I am, I just know I\"m not a part of this side, I don\"t fit in. I feel I need to get away from the city before the ceremony, as once I go through that there is no escaping and no hiding. I believe that I wasn\"t born here, that I was placed inside here so that I wouldn\"t disrupt the nature of things, but they couldn\"t keep this from me, they must have known I knew all along, it\"s time I finally took my rightful place and let everyone know who I am and who I always will be the last rightful heir to the city of Olympia Panthea.
A Day Gone Wrong
The sun was shining today, as I strolled down the sidewalk, I noticed couples walking around holding hands and eating delicacies of the city. Up ahead I could see street performers, there was a juggler, mimes and dancers, it was a wonderful sight, the sounds, the colours even the smells were wonderful. I walked across the sidewalk and stood next to one of the loving couples, wishing I was like them without a care in the world, the street performers were simply amazing after they had finished their performance, everyone was starting to move away, so I went up to the performers and placed down a couple of pennies as that was what I could only afford to give, but I don\"t think it mattered because they looked at me with such happy faces like they didn\"t have a care in the world.
I noticed a bakery café close by, called bon apatite mademoiselle, it was beautiful the inside, it had chairs and tables dotted around the place with little pots of lilies, roses and tulips, it really was a lovely sight. I queued up in front of the counter waiting for my turn to order, I was up next so I didn\"t mind waiting. After a few minutes, it was my turn, I ordered a croissant with butter and a scone with cream and jam. I sat down towards the back of the bakery café. I looked around and saw paintings around the room, they were very mesmerizing. The bakery café had lilac and blue walls, it was very calming and peaceful. I must have waited 6 minutes until one of the waiters sat down my order. He was in an attire that was purple and blue but had a black waistcoat, he looked very polite and humble. I thanked him as he went to other tables with different orders. It was a good half an hour before I finished my food. I went up to my counter paid for my food and left.
I then started to walk back down the street, stopped looked both ways across the road, I couldn\"t hear a sound, not of a car, a bus, a dog or the swish of the winds, so I started to walk across. I was almost to the other side when suddenly I hear a noise in the distance, but it was getting louder and louder and closer and closer the nearer I was getting to the edge, I started running, it didn\"t help anything as the noise seemed to become faster. I had almost got to the other side when it was too late, in a spur of a moment I was on the ground blacking out. I must have been out for a couple of minutes, as when I woke I could hear someone yelling, I think they were yelling at me to get up and out of the way. I got up and started to walk back down the road but I stopped for a few seconds to see where I was, but well nothing was recognisable. the street looked different, more dusty and dirty, where the street lights were in its place was lanterns, high up amongst the trees, there were no sounds of cars, just the gallops of horses. I had got down to the end of the street when I was suddenly dragged off somewhere.
I was dragged away by a short plump lady with bright long curly red hair, brown eyes, and had a pale complexion. she was wearing a short dress covered with flowers. when I looked up I saw that we were in front of a large house, a typical house with the big garden and flashy car out front, the door of the house was already wide open and well the lady continued dragging me along inside like a rag doll. When she had finally stopped dragging me we were in a small kitchen. she starts to speak, telling me to start washing up. I was about to shout at her and tell her no when I looked down at myself and saw I was wearing rags, I had dirt everywhere, I wasn\"t even wearing shoes, I looked at my hands and they were dry and wrinkly. I started on the dishes, scrubbing until I could see my face and thought why is my life just worth this being a mere maid. I realise that this morning was not real, that I must have fallen asleep outside again, but seriously it felt like more than a dream-like it was somehow reality but it can\"t be.
I noticed a bakery café close by, called bon apatite mademoiselle, it was beautiful the inside, it had chairs and tables dotted around the place with little pots of lilies, roses and tulips, it really was a lovely sight. I queued up in front of the counter waiting for my turn to order, I was up next so I didn\"t mind waiting. After a few minutes, it was my turn, I ordered a croissant with butter and a scone with cream and jam. I sat down towards the back of the bakery café. I looked around and saw paintings around the room, they were very mesmerizing. The bakery café had lilac and blue walls, it was very calming and peaceful. I must have waited 6 minutes until one of the waiters sat down my order. He was in an attire that was purple and blue but had a black waistcoat, he looked very polite and humble. I thanked him as he went to other tables with different orders. It was a good half an hour before I finished my food. I went up to my counter paid for my food and left.
I then started to walk back down the street, stopped looked both ways across the road, I couldn\"t hear a sound, not of a car, a bus, a dog or the swish of the winds, so I started to walk across. I was almost to the other side when suddenly I hear a noise in the distance, but it was getting louder and louder and closer and closer the nearer I was getting to the edge, I started running, it didn\"t help anything as the noise seemed to become faster. I had almost got to the other side when it was too late, in a spur of a moment I was on the ground blacking out. I must have been out for a couple of minutes, as when I woke I could hear someone yelling, I think they were yelling at me to get up and out of the way. I got up and started to walk back down the road but I stopped for a few seconds to see where I was, but well nothing was recognisable. the street looked different, more dusty and dirty, where the street lights were in its place was lanterns, high up amongst the trees, there were no sounds of cars, just the gallops of horses. I had got down to the end of the street when I was suddenly dragged off somewhere.
I was dragged away by a short plump lady with bright long curly red hair, brown eyes, and had a pale complexion. she was wearing a short dress covered with flowers. when I looked up I saw that we were in front of a large house, a typical house with the big garden and flashy car out front, the door of the house was already wide open and well the lady continued dragging me along inside like a rag doll. When she had finally stopped dragging me we were in a small kitchen. she starts to speak, telling me to start washing up. I was about to shout at her and tell her no when I looked down at myself and saw I was wearing rags, I had dirt everywhere, I wasn\"t even wearing shoes, I looked at my hands and they were dry and wrinkly. I started on the dishes, scrubbing until I could see my face and thought why is my life just worth this being a mere maid. I realise that this morning was not real, that I must have fallen asleep outside again, but seriously it felt like more than a dream-like it was somehow reality but it can\"t be.
What Happened The Night Everying Fell Apart?
In this cold dark night, a brooding row of dark twisted trees lay ahead of the wide twisting path that snaked ahead of them. The pitch-black sky had covered the abandoned world like a shadow creeping through the night. The howling had started again, making us jump, and scramble together tumbling and tripping over the contorted fallen branches that had laid on the broken abandoned path. Our quiet footsteps could be heard through the silence, which covered us like a thick warm blanket on a cold winters night. I could feel the fog creeping through, like the last September night when the storm was just beginning, entombing us like prisoners in a dungeon. But this time it was more than that, more than a storm brewing. It was something else, something big. What lay ahead of us was uncertain and we dreaded the next few hours.
Finally, after hours of hiking through the cold night, we had found a secluded part of the woods which was kept hidden by a corpse of old oak trees. The site was adequate. It wasn\"t brilliant. The thick vegetation surrounded us leaving us open and vulnerable to stealthy attacks, but it was somewhere we could rest for the night. We decided build camp for the night, it was a few minutes until we had finished setting up, but once we had we had sat around the camp, gazing up at the stars, telling tales of what we might find past the remote spot. Everything happens for a reason; there\"s a reason we came here, a reason why this place is empty. I was the first to wake, the first to see the array of colours painted in the sky by the rising sun. I noticed the morning chill, my hands started to turn white, and my feet were beginning to turn numb, becoming colder the more I watched the radiant display in front of me. I decided it was time to start collecting firewood. I wandered deep into the forest, collecting suitably dry branches as I went, hearing the quiet mumbles from the camp, indicating that everyone has woken up. The quiet humming of the nightjar brought comradeship as it lingered behind, on this futile endless trek. The small feathered creature had white markings on its wings and a tail that looked almost silver drifting and gliding through the night. The creature had small, round eyes that were black as coal. The birds had started their morning cry, wakening all the wildlife of the forest.
The path seemed a lot longer, the deeper I went inside the woods. It was also becoming harder to see as the sky disappeared leaving behind this dark and grey. In the middle of the sky lay a star, a glowing white star that guided me further on this journey. The morning light peaked through the crevices of the haunted-looking trees. I carried on whit my walk; all it had become was darker and darker. The trees were beginning to look different around here; they were wider, more twisted and had grown the size of a tower. Broken branches lay on the path, tripping me, every step I took. As I walked I became increasingly aware of the large swarm of insects. Two seemed to be particularly numerous; one was orange that looked a bit like a scorpion. The other was red and like a spider, but both looked poisonous and very deadly.
Then I saw it, a thing, a monster, a beast, a creature, it had a black demon-like figure with blood-red eyes. It just stood there, not moving, just stood watching. It hovered in the dark and misty woods spotting me standing desolate. It came storming towards me before I could even run, it was in front of me. it suddenly turned and stared into my eyes with a menacing look on its face. it had a foul Cheshire cat grin, that sent shivers down my spine, as it opened its large jaw, showing off his razor-sharp blood-stained fangs. it was a creature of great height, about five times the size of me, daunting to look at but somewhat an interesting sight. quickly while the beast was distracted by the nightjar I started to run back the way I had come, back through the abandoned trail. My only companion, the nightjar that helped me to escape, came gliding once again through the opening of the darkness of the trees, helping me find safety, a place to hide away from the beast.
Hiding behind the tall twisted trees, silently panting, not wanting to be heard, I was left to my own thoughts, and my own stupidity which brought me thoughts of death and despair as I tried to keep hidden to find the safety of the camp. This had left me in a state of panic of not knowing what was out there. Suddenly I heard a loud rumbling roar that insinuating that the beast was on the move. Hearing loud booming sounds, of its steps, just a few centimetres away had me shaking to the core. The footsteps became louder and louder and closer and closer indicating the beat was finally here. I stayed silent, not moving an inch from where I was crouched on the ground, from hiding. I waited five prolonged minutes before the beast began to move away, the booming footsteps becoming quieter and quieter which made it safe to emerge from the safety of the trees. Finally, I had made it back safely to the entrance of the campsite. It was silent, there were no murmurs like I thought there would be now, there was no whistling of the trees, no sounds of the wildlife. Normally everyone would be awake, talking, laughing and joking around the campfire, singing camp songs and roasting marshmallows, but this time there was no music, no crackle of a fire, nothing just the stillness of the forest. I couldn\"t hear their laughter either, nor could I smell the burning of marshmallows.
Dread crept inside me giving me butterflies. Wondering if that beast had come here before it had found me. The symbol of the black heart was on the bodies of my friends, all of them just there like their life was just drained out of them. I wondered what the heart meant, I know I\"ve seen it before but I\"m not sure from where. I looked around the camp, and noticed that the tents were not in the same place, they were on the other side of the side opposite the fire. Blood was everywhere, on the trees, on the ground, on the tents, even on the path leading up to the campsite. it looks like the beast had found already found my friends before it had started to seek me out. Today was a dark day for my world, I will not mourn, I will find a way to help those in the future because this is the first of many many disasters.
The Beast and His Lost Love
Once upon a time, there was a house made of candy canes, of all things sweet and sugary deep inside the forest. the house came to be known as the home of the beast. This beast help to keep the peace of the land, but what it really wanted was someone, to hold and protect and love him in return. This beast was a powerful being that most people feared and wouldn\"t approach unless necessary. This beast may have been feared and hated by some, but the people in the town knew that without him around they wouldn\"t survive. Some of the people thought he was something to be worshiped and thankful for, as well the town would be doomed.
Sometime later a young girl, Serenity Marie Caver was stood gazing up at the stars, so deep into her own thoughts, just thinking of life and of her future. She thought of true love, someone she could hold, someone to protect her from the world, and someone she could call her own and would love her back in return. Not much had happened that day, that week, even for that whole month of March. But what she didn\"t know was that her whole life was going to change. Serenity was bored, and fed up of her life, just waiting around so one day she went for a walk in the forest. She had heard of the beast in so many tales, but had never actually seem him. She knew he wanted love and that was something she could relate to. After a few minutes of walking and the stillness of the wildlife, she came across a house and her being a curious young girl she went towards the door and knocked.
She waited a good few minutes before the door was opened, behind the door was the beast. The beast was huge, he had dark blue eyes that Serenity got lost in. She beast stood staring at the young girl, wondering why she was alone, he moved so he could consider her eyes. The second he looked within her lilac eyes, he knew that she was what he had been waiting for. It was like looking in the past, they both knew that they would find each other again. They both knew that they were long lost loves finally reuniting after many years apart. What they didn\"t know was that why he now was named a beast, and why he left many years ago, but Marie didn\"t dwell on this as she was just happy that they had both finally been reunited and that night they had both prayed and thanked everyone and everything for this truly remarkable miracle.
Sometime later a young girl, Serenity Marie Caver was stood gazing up at the stars, so deep into her own thoughts, just thinking of life and of her future. She thought of true love, someone she could hold, someone to protect her from the world, and someone she could call her own and would love her back in return. Not much had happened that day, that week, even for that whole month of March. But what she didn\"t know was that her whole life was going to change. Serenity was bored, and fed up of her life, just waiting around so one day she went for a walk in the forest. She had heard of the beast in so many tales, but had never actually seem him. She knew he wanted love and that was something she could relate to. After a few minutes of walking and the stillness of the wildlife, she came across a house and her being a curious young girl she went towards the door and knocked.
She waited a good few minutes before the door was opened, behind the door was the beast. The beast was huge, he had dark blue eyes that Serenity got lost in. She beast stood staring at the young girl, wondering why she was alone, he moved so he could consider her eyes. The second he looked within her lilac eyes, he knew that she was what he had been waiting for. It was like looking in the past, they both knew that they would find each other again. They both knew that they were long lost loves finally reuniting after many years apart. What they didn\"t know was that why he now was named a beast, and why he left many years ago, but Marie didn\"t dwell on this as she was just happy that they had both finally been reunited and that night they had both prayed and thanked everyone and everything for this truly remarkable miracle.
A Long Time Ago
It was a day much like today that this event had happened. An old man who knew about the stars’ truth, was known as an elder in the many years before our time. Well, this story was about him and what he knew happened years ago, Deep within the abandoned city lay a hill. On the hill was a castle, yes, a castle as in knights, dragon’s king’s queens, prince and princesses. Well, many centuries ago this city was a kingdom with a powerful family in reign. These royals weren\"t always royal but the people were grateful when they became in power. The powerful couple had a long and happy life, they brought peace and prosperity among the lands.
When the king and queen had died of long life and because of the old age of ruling their kingdom and was laid peacefully to rest their daughter was left as the sole heir and only heir. As the princess grew older each day she wished that her parents the king and queen were there to help her with the kingdom of Holatopia. Before her time there was once a princess, a beautiful princess, just like her that grew up too soon and lost too early. She believed that everyone was good and that no one could be born in evil or revenge. It just wasn\"t something that she wanted to think on. This new princess found that she and the centuries-old princess was very much alike but she knew it was bound to happen as her family has been in reign for a very long time, she knew the land was once filled with havoc and chaos a long time ago, but recently because of her parents everything was at peace again. It was a bright and happy day. The sun was shining. The skies were clear. The animals lived in perfect harmony. The villages came and went. It was a day of peace and prosperity amongst all the world. This was a day of celebration. A time of joy and happiness. The lands, kingdoms, were all in peace as the war had finally finished. The princess hated all types of conflict. When she got word, the war was over she had been overjoyed but sad as her mother and father wasn\"t there to see her in person, but she knew they were watching over her.
The old man knew of these stories, knew of the truth behind them. He was after all the young princess’s nephew. He was very close to the family and when he had got word of the war that had broken out quite soon after the king and queen\"s death he knew he had to use his wisdom and knowledge to write their story so that the next ruler could learn their past and history. His job was finally done he left the old castle, left the whispers of the past lingering in through the walls and left the old castle on top of the hill.
That Night of Misery
Inspired by Edward Scissor hands (1990) by Tim Burton.
The window lay open that one cold dark night. The quiet rustling of the desiccated golden leaves falling silently like a feather from the long-twisted tress, that looked over the old cottage on the top of that hill. You could hear the odd howling of the wind through the darkness of the trees covering the land. I remember the night it happened long ago, that fateful night, the fear that rushed inside me, the shivers from being left alone, left alone within the dark, just below the old cottage on top of that hill, thinking it had come. That we would finally pay for our sins. swarmed by guilt, destroying us from the inside, leaving us empty, cold and heartless. This was written long ago, so we wouldn\"t fall prey of this again.
I picture what my grandfather told me about that fateful night, that was written known to be written by the gods. He told me about the decaying bodies that lay on the cold hard ground, of the old dark streets, in the abandoned side of town, that is now forbidden to enter. People still say that they smell the fire, that burned anything and everything in sight. They say that they can still see the bodies just lying there. They say that they can still hear the chaos lingering in the sky from that night.
I was only young when it had first occurred when it was written by the stars. I only remember so much, the stars how bright they had seemed long ago, the clear blue sky, during the summer months, the white snow falling when it was finally time for winter, but as the time went on we grew older, the days became longer, and we lost everyone we had held dear. We waited and waited to see if that night long ago would appear and darken this land again. But nobody knows when it would happen again, only time will tell, only the gods have that power, so we will just have to wait. It may not even be in our lifetime. but whatever happens next I pray that we are all strong enough to survive.
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