The swirling wind swept across the place as the cloud had gathered for a heavy downpour giving signs for the victim of it's wrath. The dark was drawing in and people could be seen hurrying to take shelter away from the impending storm that would come upon them. Steadily, a downpour began wetting the earth and anything its stroke could come upon. Stacy was found in her pyjamas, t-shirt, flipflop slippers and face cap striding in the rain which had become heavy. Her hair were being toss aside by the whirlwind as the cold for the day had captured her. She had no idea of where she was heading to. There were no cabs around neither did she look like one who was ready to go home. At that moment, she wanted death to come take her. It was definitely over but too soon. The situation got her asking why it always had to be her. Why did she pull an act that had a bitter ending. Did he know she had to swallow her pride to hug him in people's presence? He felt like a gentleman who would understand h
He held a mini box in his hands and a headphone on. His lips mumbling words and his head nodding slowly. His feet stride slowly as the environment he found himself seems to be isolated except the creepy sounds of insects. A soft sigh left his lips as his eyes gazed around and then rested on a building in front of him. From the looks of it, he knew the reason why he was here in this abandoned building that would now become his own. He had no fear about what possibly could happen here. Rumors had it that the past occupants here never survived a night. A finger of his ran through his ruffled hair as he bit his lips and smirked. It was never his wish to come here but then circumstances made him do so. He was never good at anything yet had a dream to be a doctor and enrolled in a medicine school only to get kicked out due to a conspiracy and sent here to the tower of death. Magic was the key in that school and every perpetrator of a heinous crime was sent here as a death sentence, though w
Dark tree trunks, shadows, overhanging limbs across the path seen at the last second, clumps of bushes, barely visible black trails snaking through the undergrowth. The moon shone through a lattice of leaves, patchy sky and stars seen in glimpses through tree breaks, tall shadowed pines stretching up like arrows into the sky, streaks of cloud against the earth, Wind slipping through leaves, cracking undergrowth with each step, creaking tree trunks, the flutter of wings unseen, snapping twigs, grass. Heavy pants could be heard through this dangy wood as a man could be seen covered in blood while holding a little child in his arms. His torn outfit, bruised face, dangling hair could tell he was escaping. His feet never gave a halt to the impending danger behind him as surviving from his raging foes was all that matter. He curdled this petrified child tightly, groaned in pains and tottered deeper into the woods. His only energy was the child he vowed to keep alive despite the pains and hu
His nervous eyes suddenly turned dark as his tender feet hide behind his mother. His chapped lips muttered some words as his sad face could prove that something troubled him. He looked timid as his ears tingled at the sounds he heard which drew his attention to the scene displaying before him. He sensed the tears of children, wives and mothers. They were at the train station and soon, those they came to say goodbye to would depart. It made him scared as his eyes met the gaze of the young man who intended to kiss his mother. The place he stood with his mother was rowdy and it gave him goosebumps as his hands held the garment his mother held. His grip on the garment of his mother tighten as a young man waved at him with tears gathered in his eyes. It felt that was the last moments he would see the one person he looked up to. This lad had a lot of disappointment buried inside of him and had wishes to turn back time. Today was a day his lips had to mutter goodbye to his father who was a s
The wavering sea crashed on his tender body as he attempted to swim through the waves that made his body sink down the water. Gunshot could be heard and bullets were pointing at the water, aiming for the victim of it's wrath. He gasped for air, knowing that he was bad at swimming, those quivering legs of his couldn't fight through the twirling water that rose high and landed on him. Those targetting their bullets at him surrender with the thought that he wouldn't survive the roaring storm. Rather, they took shelter their life as the water was coming up with rage on the land. It seems the sea needed to vent its anger on the lands, hence wallowing anything it comes across. The boy trapped in its terror began to drown, he had tears in his eyes, his hovering arms gave up trying to survive. While he sank deep, memories began to flood his head, it was going to be his last day on earth, with no miracle of being a survivor in this sea. A months ago. Darkness crept in gradually as a you
It was dawn and students could be seen hurrying up to schools just avoid being late. Being the busiest day of the week, Monday always comes with its rush as both workers and students often cuss over this day.In the midst of this scene, Philip could be seen with his headphones striding to his school gates. He would have avoided classes today but it would seem suspicious and decided to play cool.Quickly, he got to his class, sat on his seat, pulled his headphone and glanced at the seat opposite him, it belongs to Natalie and he knew she wouldn't show up either. Alex brought out a book from his locker and acted like though he was reading but his ears was actively listening to what was going on in the classroom.He shifted his gaze to two boys who had eyes on him which got him frighten a bit, however, he needed not to behave as a suspect. Certainly someone was going to break the news of missing students from last night.The newscaster happened to be Abigail, her ears were everywhere and
He found himself at the hospital and being fixed with intravenous drip. Everything spur around that only death rang in his head, he attempted to rise from the bed which he laid but someone told him to lay back which he did.It was his mother who had worries written on her face, if it were a dream, then he would have wished never to wake up. Seeing his mother should have given him peace of mind but it only gave the lad high blood pressure. She was complaining about work rather than his health. Really? Couldn't she just leave behind her office and stay with him for a day on the sick bed.The reason why she came must be because she wanted to act all loving and caring in the eyes of outsiders. Those moves of hers wouldn't work on him."How did this happen? I got informed you collasped in school!" She snapped checking her wrist watch for what time it could be."Stress" he muttered narrowing his brow at her and a brief sigh escape her lips. What would have been stressing him out that he had
It was the voice of Adrian chanting in his head that he had to shove the echoes away and concentrate on what befall him.He ventured to his room and didn't pay attention to his siblings who curiously poured questions on him. Everything would soon be over if he remains calm and doesn't let way for his fears to take control.Two weeks passed with no trace of the missing students until another news broke out. It was weekend and Alex was having dinner with his family when his stepfather switched on the TV as he was fond of news. As soon as he switched on the news, the headlines popped up and it read that two students were killed brutally and buried in a shallow grave.The water he had in his mouth almost choked him as he coughed out. All eyes on the table diverted to him. His parents were aware that two police officers visited two weeks ago but didn't mind as they knew he was innocent.He became unease where he sat that his anxious feet wanted to lead him away from the dinning but it woul