‘The Wastes’ by Dan Johnson

The scorched ground crunched under worn boots, as the wind weakly tugged on his weathered clothes. It was deathly silent, … More

‘Hazel’s Memory’ by Phoebe Hartley

Sometimes, I still think of home. It seems alien now, as though it came from another life. There are times … More

It was beginning to get late; the wind and rain beated endlessly upon the library windows. The bookshelves trembled against … More

Endless fields roll over the hills, growing cabbages and other crops. Acres of farmland for the animals. The nearest town … More

Dao’s ears pricked, her heart stopped. Bells echoed across the valley inspiring fear. She could see the instant panic of … More

Dang ran around the open courtyard,which was surrounded by tiled buildings and palm trees leaving a dark shadow hanging on … More

The village slept quietly in the morning dew. It lay unconscious and unaware of the attack they were going to … More

The small village in Salem where I lived was right near the coast, so the wind flew in with the … More

It was a quiet day when whispers were exchanged and stories traded. The mountains hung, casting shadows down to our … More

We never got told what the history of the village was. It was like a missing brick in a wall. … More