The first thing I did in the morning was pull out my laptop. I sat at the counter, with the charger plugged. The electrician hadn’t come to sort out the wires for my floor, yesterday. But to be completely honest, I could not remember anything about my day apart from the room. ‘You’ve still got more »
The Boy in the Painting
‘Argh,’ I groaned, as I attempted to move my aching body. Bright light lit the room, painful to the eye. I blinked several times and pulled myself up. Trying to find my bearings, I immediately thought of the previous event. I began looking around, quick steps from one end of the room to the other. more »
I tried to open the door, even pushed it with all my might, but nothing happened. It did not even budge. I began banging the door; no sound could be heard from me.
My eyes were still closed while I felt the ground beneath me shake. My eyes were still closed when I felt that everything had stopped. I didn’t dare open my eyes, although I knew I had no choice but to open them. Opening them, ever so lightly, I realised that I was crouched behind a more »
The little boy’s eyes suddenly flicked open and I heard a loud scream in the background. Slowly opening my eyes, I felt something hard on my back. Realising that I was lying on the floor, I tried to sit up. ‘Jamie?’ I croaked out. The lamp lay neatly next to my satchel. But Jamie was more »