‘Why not just kill her?’ the boy was dressed in grey today. His eyes were covered by his thick black fringe, yet I knew he was looking straight at me as he threw the apple in the air. ‘Because I’m not a murderer,’ I pushed myself off the ground. ‘Can you please stop calling me more »
‘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.
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 »
‘Wait in the garden for me, Michael. Do not go anywhere,’ Lady Williams said sternly. ‘Alright, mother,’ Michael replied. ‘But mother, where are you going?’ ‘It’s a surprise, darling,’ Lady Williams smiled broadly. Excitement ran through Michael. For the first time in many years, he returned her a smile. He watched her walk back inside more »