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Halloween Nights-6 years later

“What are you wearing?!”

“I thought we were going trick and treating!” Crystal, the new girl at the school, twirled in her hand-made dress. She had dressed up as a doll, one of those scary ones. She had felt that she pulled off the costume well; pink dress, rosy cheeks and a terrifyingly straight face. Looking at Alice’s face however, Crystal’s own dropped.

“C-can we not go-please?” Crystal startled. This was the first time Alice had ever said please or looked at her the way she was looking at her now; with a face overflowing with pain.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she said, trying not to think about why Alice didn’t want to go. She had realised a long time ago that some secrets were better left that way. “Come on, aren’t you going to invite me in. We can watch a movie instead.” The relief on Alice’s brightened Crystal’s mood somewhat but the curiosity lingered.

After stuffing their faces with left over candy and deciding not to watch a horror movie because they had both realised at the beginning how scared they were; none of them wanted to get off the sofa and click play, they watched rom-coms, which Alice hated, and youtubers, which bored Crystal to death.

The doorbell suddenly rang and both of them jumped out of their skins before realising that it was probably a trick or treater.

“I’ll get it.” Crystal jumped off the sofa and walked towards the door with the near-empty candy bowl in her hand. Alice slowly followed behind.

The doorbell rang three more times quickly and Crystal raised her eyebrows at Alice. The person must be really hungry.

Crystal opened the door and stared at the boy on the other side before letting out a low whistle.

“You really know how to dress up don’t you?” He was wearing a spider man costume which was almost ripped to shreds. The blood on his face and hands almost looked real and Crystal wished that she had looked that scary.

Behind her Alice stiffened before choking out the word “Peter?”.


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Halloween Nights

In the eerie dark,

Her screams can be heard,

Strangled chokes,

A bloodcurdling noise.

Never ending torture awaits,

For those who don’t listen to what all can hear,

For those who don’t see what’s right in front of their eyes,

And for those who ignore everything around them,

Never ending torture awaits.

Peter snorted.

“Mum, not this again, I’m too old for fairy tales.”

Helga smiled at her little boy.

“Next time I’ll tell you a really scary one okay?”

The doorbell rang and Peter ran out in his spider man costume. His friends were here and everyone couldn’t wait to go trick or treating without there parents as company. They were ten years old but were trying to act like they were all grown-up.

As soon as they had gone, Helga finished stacking up the dishwasher. Outside, she was surprised to see a full moon. She’d always loved the moon, and the story of the man in the moon. It made her feel safe even though she knew she was as far from safety as she could be.

She sighed. Hopefully Peter would be safe.

“Long time no see.”

Helga jumped and turned towards the whisper but there was no one there. She had heard that voice before. She closed her eyes and turned towards the moon. With all of what was left of her heart, she prayed that no harm would come to Peter tonight.

Oh how wrong she was.


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‘Cause I feel like it…

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Little Story Pt. 2

I had to jog to follow Friendless (yes, I will be calling him that from now on). His long strides were no match for my short ones, so I guess it’s fair to say I grew tired rather quickly. I would obviously never show my discomfort, it would make me seem weak. My nurse would have been proud of me if I had fainted (flatteringly, obviously) or if I had summoned  tears in my eyes. I was not about to do that anytime soon. If I fainted, it would not have looked flattering as the ground below me was covered with dirt and I suspected those little patches were animal remains. Tears were another business altogether, they were hard to assemble at any given moment. Also, even if I had shown any of these weaknesses, I don’t believe that Friendless would have shown any sympathy. He wasn’t a gentleman, not like the ones I met at court everyday. If my nurse was here, I would be standing in a corner in my room and be thinking about what I had done wrong.

“Pick up the pace,” I was startled as this was the first time since we’d started walking that Friendless had formed a whole sentence. When I had asked him anything, his responses always used to be one words that did not show him to be intelligible. I smiled in my head. He was changing his demeanour as there was a lady present in his company. He obviously could have asked that sentence instead of ordering me but he was changing, that is what mattered. “You are as slow as a snail.”

The little smile inside my head instantly disappeared and I felt myself frowning at him on the outside. I soon realised what I was doing and tried to keep my face reasonable. I still could not believe he had compared me to a small, slimy creature that is no use to anyone. It was enough to bring unwanted tears to my eyes and I extinguished that as quickly as known possible. I was alone in this dirty forest, with it’s prickling twigs and nosy birds, with only the company of a savage that had no respect for what I believed. The least I could do was not cry in front of him.

What did you expect? For this man to carry you all the way. For him to be a gentleman and care for your every need. The sad answer was, yes. Yes, I did expect all of that. It shouldn’t be that hard for someone to be nice and offer a lady whatever she needs. Apparently, it was.

As we walked further and further into the woods (well, he walked, I lingered behind), I got more tired and tired. My legs ached and my breath came in short gaps. I didn’t understand how someone could walk that long and not have pain in their foot, I sure did. My feet were burning. I’d never felt this kind of pain before and so it was safe to say, I was worried. What if I had a terrible disease and my feet needed to be chopped off? How will I be able to dance? How will I be able to do anything?

I would just have to be brave and ride through the pain like a soldier in battle, bleeding but never letting go of the hope-

“We’re here,” Friendless said as we stopped in the middle of the woods. I didn’t see any landmarks and was sure he was making this up just to get rid of me. That wouldn’t have been too terrible if it wasn’t for the fact that I had no idea where I was going. Mother had just said that I should run, there was a sanctuary in the woods that might take me in. I don’t think she expected me to get there alive as she never gave me instructions. “C’mon then.”

Friendless walked into a wall of leaves and instantly disappeared leaving me alone in the unfriendly shelter of the looming trees. As I looked down, I saw a little slimy creature climbing on my  right shoe. Trying hard not to scream, I helplessly kicked it off and ran into the wall of leaves.

It was not a lovely experience. Twigs caught at my dark hair and my plain dress. Mother had told my nurse to dress me in indistinguishable clothes. I wore a light blue dress without a corset. I felt uncomfortable and free at the same time, at least I could breathe. As I finally got through the prickly brambles, I saw little tents set up all around haphazardly. There were some children running around but most of them were sitting near their parents, nursing injured body parts.

“What is this place?” I asked Friendless as I came to stand next to him, surveying the land.

“It’s a sanctuary, folks are taking refuge here, away from the war. It’s not much but it’s safe. They probably won’t find us here.” He turned away and went to help a little boy trying to wrap a blood-soaked cloth around a woman’s arm. I followed him helplessly.

“Probably?” I repeated.

“Yeah, you never know with those lot,” he grimaced. “If we’re lucky, they’ll just ignore these parts.”

“If we’re lucky?” I realised I was just repeating what he was saying and sounded ridiculous.  I shut my mouth quickly.

He didn’t answer my question and just indicated with a free hand at the people on the far side of the camp.

“Go help some of these folks out,” he said focusing on the wrapping in his hand. “You better start getting to know them.” With that he completely ignored me and I set out in the direction his finger had pointed. These people would know my father. He was after all a general officer, a fact my mother loved to declare to all of her friends. If these people knew who my father was, they would be much more lovely to me than Friendless had been.

With that thought in mind, I skipped towards the family. There were two children and one woman nursing them.

“Do you want any help?” I asked her in my politest voice. First impressions counted.

“Not from the likes of you,” she said and turned away leaving me confused.

I tried again. “I have been trained to heal injuries, I am a very good medic,” I exaggerated. The injuries I had healed was a paper cut that my nurse had told me to cover with a napkin. The very good medic part: I had a very good doctor, the best in the country. It didn’t matter that I had learned nothing at all from him. Remember, first impressions.

“From a prim and prissy life,” she muttered to herself. “Dun’t know anythin’ ’bout war. Why are you not in your rich life huh? With your petty ‘father’ and ‘mother’?” The questions were aimed at me and even though I was baffled by what she’d said before, I thought it would be a good time to tell her about my father.

“My father’s a general officer,” I said proudly. “He’s busy with the war.”

The woman, to my surprise, didn’t look impressed. There was even a frown on her face.

“Go to ‘ell.”

My eyes widened and I gasped. Before I could summon a reply, which I didn’t believe I could, a rough hand landed on my shoulder and pulled me away from her. I spun around and found Friendless looming above me.

“You shouldn’t go around saying that if you wanna live,” he said. “It ain’t gonna get you anywhere here.”

With that, he left. Probably to help another injured person. I couldn’t believe they let him help them but not me. I looked more friendly and I was nicer. If it was up to me, I know who I would have chose. I was completely helpless. This was so unfair.

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Little Story

I fell to the ground with a grunt. Get Up, my mother’s voice rung in my head. Get to the sanctuary, that’s your only hope. 

I wished I could see my mother once more but now was not the time for regrets. Another blast shook the air around me and dust blocked my vision as another grenade hit the sand.


Without thinking, I got up and ran. I ran like I had never ran before, ignoring everything except the sharpness of the wind and the sand that was settling all around me. That’s probably why I didn’t notice the blade that was coming right at me. No, not a blade, a bird.  A vulture.

Before I could react, the vulture pressed right into my shoulder. I screamed. The pain was too much. I fell to the floor while the vulture clawed at me.

Except the pain was different somehow. It still hurt, don’t get me wrong. Like a thousand knives digging in slowly and forcefully. But I couldn’t feel the weight of the vulture or it’s sharp claws anymore.

Get up. Get up. My mother’s voice still rung in my head. It was the end of me, I decided. I didn’t deserve to live when so many others hadn’t. I let go and-

“I said get up, I’m helping you out here, no-one else would,” I shut my eyes even more tightly. I was obviously dying, my mother’s voice sounded like a man’s. There was no-one here except my body, bleeding and-

I felt the ground disappear under me. I opened my eyes. I was being carried, and not nicely. A person held me by a tough grip on my ankle, making me only get a view of their back. They were also running, long strides that I could never accomplish with my short height.

They’re taking me away. This person’s going to kill me.

I screamed and started pounding on their back. When that didn’t work, I tried scratching and kicking.

Suddenly, my stomach flipped and the ground came rushing towards me faster than I was comfortable with. I was on the edge of a forest and with all that was going on, I had forgotten about the small battle. As I looked around, I realised that the helicopters dropping the grenades had disappeared, leaving no trail behind. They must have gone a long time ago if there was not any smoke left in the sky. I wondered how long I had actually been lying there on the ground.

“You could have at least tried to be light.” I looked up and saw a man standing a few metres away from me. I recognised his voice, he was the one carrying me. He was rubbing his shoulders and his back where I had scratched him. I was sad to see there was no blood. He was the enemy. No way was I going to let him capture me.

I stood up indignantly.

“Well I’m sorry, but I’m bleeding here if you didn’t notice!”

He raised his eyebrows at my shoulder and snorted.

“There is nothing funny about this,” I glared at him as I gained up energy to run.

“Trust me, your shoulder is hardly even bleeding,” he gave me a nonchalant shrug. ” It’s just a scratch.”

I looked down at my shoulder and grudgingly realised he was right. I could only see a small cut from where the vulture had ripped my shirt. The Vulture.

I assessed the man. He was obviously one of the people who lived in the woods. The savages. Mr Brown, my tutor, had called them. I guess that meant he wasn’t the enemy. No matter how much some people hated them, we weren’t in war with them. I was a little sad. It meant that I had no initial reason to hate him.

The man had shoulder length black hair that he hadn’t bothered to tie up and brown eyes that informed knowledge. He was tall with a slight muscular built. I suspected he had killed the vulture. I mean, it’s not like the knife covered with blood or the vulture leg that was hanging out of his bag gave anything away.

“What?” he said. “Never seen a man before?” He had a commoner accent that i didn’t often hear. It was very insulting.

I sniffed and put my nose in the air before I realised I looked exactly like my older sister. “No, I’ve never seen a murderer before.” I said indicating to the bird leg.

He snorted again and shook his head. “I would hardly call it murdering,” he looked at me and then at the forest behind as if he wanted to get away as soon as possible. “Bye then.”

The man moved away before I realised what was truly happening.

“Wait!” I said. Closing my eyes, I got ready for humiliation. “Could you…ummm…please take me with you?” I said the last bit in a rush so it would sound less stupid. In case you’re wondering, it didn’t.

“Oh, so you’re being nice now huh?” he looked at me with an amused smile. I did not see the joke in this situation.

I lost the little self-control I had. I wanted to scream and shout at him but as Mr Brown always told me: “Control your temper. When a person raises their voice, it means that they don’t have anything left intelligent to say.” Then my nurse, Tina, would come through and sniff that “It also isn’t very ladylike.” These lessons always ended in my nurse turning her back on Mr Brown or he himself charging out the door. I’ll put this simply for you, these were my favourite lessons.

When I didn’t reply, the man looked at me, perplexed.

“Where you heading?” he asked. If he wanted to kill me, he already would have, judging from the knife and vulture. And his size. He was massive compared to me. I figured there was no harm in telling him as I didn’t really have anything left.

“To a sanctuary, it’s near the-,” I was interrupted when he said:

“Yeah, yeah, I figured that’d be it,” Even though he was probably talking to himself, it took me a few moments to form a response. I could not believe he had interrupted me. How rude. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, after all, he was a savage. He beat me to my response.

“Come on then,” he beckoned turning away. “You wouldn’t survive a night alone in these woods, who the hell thought this would have been a good idea?”

When I didn’t respond, he turned around.

“What’s your name?” he asked.


“Ethel?” another one of his famous snorts followed. “What a-.” At the look on my face, he finished his sentence half-way through.

“What is your name?” I asked reluctantly. I hoped it would be something ridiculous that I would make fun of in my head, if not loudly.

“That don’t matter,” he said.

“Then I will just assume what your name is,” I said as I followed him down the dirty path. “How about Leicester or Friendless.” I had heard that someone had called their children these names. It was still beyond hilarious.

“Fine then, dinky,” How rude. 

Friendless it is.

To be continued

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I stared at my brother as he crumpled to the ground, blood pooling out around him. I couldn’t move. They had tied me up, making sure I was unable to move or speak. Even if they hadn’t done it, I don’t think I could have stopped my brother from getting whipped. I wasn’t strong enough.

They had punished me in a variety of ways. They knew I had given up, just like how I used to know when a prisoner had nothing left in them. They had tortured me beyond anything I’d ever imagined. I felt no pain anymore, only a dull throbbing. My body was broken and so was my heart. I had given up. And they knew that.

I guess that’s why they involved my family. This was my punishment. Any little piece of my heart that was left, was breaking even more. I didn’t think that was possible. At least when they used to hurt me, I knew everyone else was safe. I had done a good deed trying to save them, even though I’d gone against everything my group believed in. I had betrayed them so I guess it was fair that they betrayed me. Torturing me wasn’t enough. They knew the real reason I’d turned my back to them. So they were going to kill that reason.

You see, when they hurt me, I always remembered that something good had been done in the world. But now that were hurting the people I’d given up everything for, well, I guess everything I stand for falls doesn’t it. A ruin everyone forgets about.

I closed my eyes and let go. I let go of the small hope I had inside me. The small hope they had tried to extinguish but had never succeeded. Who would have thought? The leader of the biggest revolution gave up. The leader that gave her life for everyone else’s gave up. How hilarious.

-The leader of a revolution

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In the Dark


I walked down the street, my old black converse scuffling the wet path. The evening was dark and gloomy with clouds above that warned a storm. The breeze in the air rushed through my already frozen body, chilling me to the bones even more. It was my favourite kind of weather. Storms meant darkness and darkness meant unknown creatures. Undiscovered stories to be found.

I walked down a remote alley that led to a graveyard. Most people preferred to go down the main street that shone with too bright lights ruining the atmosphere night brings. The main street was a quicker way to get to my house but I liked the dusk of the old rickety, narrow path. It was a safe haven for me while it was a nightmare for others. There was also one other reason I went down dark, remote places. The darkness meant ghosts and faeries, vampires and werewolves. Creatures of the old.

While others looked away from the shadowy woods, I willingly stepped in observing my surroundings for anything superhuman. Others run away from unnatural beings, I search for them. Looking for something different, something supernatural. Beings that could change my old, bleary life to something new and exciting. Something otherworldly.

They hide here in the darkness. And I will find them.


















































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Chapter 2 (part 2) The Creatures of the Old

A scream cries through the air. It’s mine. Blood gushes out of the scratch in my arm. I’m lying on the ground. There’s a wolf on top of me. The wolf scratches again. Everything goes black.


I wake up with agonising pain. I scan my surroundings but i can’t see much. I’m not sure if it’s because i’m lying in the dark or because i’m finally blind. Or you know, you could be dead, i think to myself. No, it hurts too much, death would be more peaceful. I snort. How would you know, i think, you’ve never been dead before.

With a groan, i try to get up. I need something to distract myself  from my annoying brain. My head has obviously had too much hits for one day.

“You should rest,” A voice comes from behind me. My heart leaps to my throat before i realise it’s just Orion. How is that any better, i think. How can you trust two strangers who carry ancient weapons for fun?

Orion slowly comes towards me as if he’s afraid. His arm is battered and bruised and his face is covered with scratches. His eyes are bloodshot and…angry. His eyes. Slowly, the last few hours come back. What have i done? I’m sitting with two unknown people and i feel safe. No, i felt safe.

I need to get out. I don’t know how they were controlling me before but i need to get away as soon as possible. Maybe because they’re injured, they can’t force me to do anything anymore. I need to get back to my life no matter how damaged that may be. Before their powers come back.

I slowly back away but i hit something. Andromeda is behind me. She looks into my eyes and haltingly i feel my own will being drained again. With a gasp, i fall back into the cloudy world of the unknown.

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The Fence

I walked down the lane with a bounce in my step. I was finally going to do it.

As i reached the place, i smiled. There was a fence in front of me blocking me from the outside world. Blocking everyone who lived here. The fence went around my whole village, which was known for it’s ‘peacefulness’ and ‘luxury’. No-one here realised that the government had surrounded us like wolves, waiting to attack the moment we showed weakness. Our village was a jail they had trapped us in, a jail we had willingly walked into.

The fence was small and i could easily grab the branch from the tree above and swing over it. Grinning, i bounced on my toes and got ready. Jumping, i got ready to follow my plan. Something went wrong, though. I grabbed the branch. I swung. I looked back at my small village. My mum was lying on the ground, covered in a pool of blood. A guard stood near her, a gun in his hand. He was staring right at me, a small smile on his scarred face.

I missed my opening. With a strangled scream, i dropped right into the electricity charging through the fence.

Okay, now i might seem a bit creepy. Let’s be stupid again!




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Chapter 2 (part 1)-Creatures of the Old

As we walk through the forest, the trees get taller and taller; their leaves thicker and thicker until it feels like i’m blind. I can’t hear Orion or Andromeda ahead of me, their footsteps neither making a sound or leaving a trail, unlike mine. Nevertheless, i know where they are going. They  have a presence that i can follow without being able to see. An owl hoots above us and i hear a howl of a wolf behind me.

I walk a little faster hoping that we can find shelter soon. No matter how brave i like to think i am, i don’t want to die or be eaten alive by a monster in the middle of a claustrophobic forest.

Ahead of me Orion and Andromeda glide to a stop and i stumble before halting behind them.

“What is i-? i ask before Orion clasps a hand around my mouth.

Make no movement, his voice echoes through my head even though i’m sure he didn’t talk. I stare at him confused but i follow his orders and try to keep myself from hyperventilating.

There is a movement in front of me and a  wolf appears out of the darkness. Her crimson fur shines from within, lighting up her golden eyes so they glow in the never-ending darkness. They are gentle and wise and they stare at me as if they are reading my secrets. Two large beacons pouring into my soul.

Around me, Orion and Andromeda stand back to back and i realise the things i didn’t see before. The large wolves that are slowly surrounding us. I want to run away but i can’t. I’m paralysed under their sheer glance.

Orion looks at the red wolf anger burning in his gaze.

“This is Greek territory,” he says. “Begone before we rip you simple-minded Romans into shreds.”

The red wolf growls.

“Son of Poseidon, you have passed the Forest of Artemis,” her voice is a low growl. “Now you obey to me.”

“We will never obey to you Lupa,” Andromeda’s voice is thick with hatred. “Even Romulus and Remus left you.”

The wolf, Lupa, howls with rage and strides towards us, her pack following. A bow appears out of nowhere in Orion’s hand and he reaches back to get an arrow from a quiver i didn’t know he possessed. Andromeda already has a knife out.

The demons’ eyes glow with fury as they leap towards us in a ghastly battle.


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