Choosers of the Slain

We fight! We live! We obey! We die!   Dressed to the nines in armour, we breath as our swords…

A Modern Witch

My room lies in pale darkness so much so that not even my green plants that hang in every corner…

The People Who Go Missing

The autumn sun shone brightly while the pavement was decorated with warm yellow and brown leaves. The trees were bare…

The Wrath of Spiders

Some say that spider revenge is real. My aunt killed a spider that hung above her head on the wall,…