Willow

Yes, it is him, the man with the silver eyes. He’s tall and imposing, intimidating in the least. His shaggy mane of hair was a sickening brown. He inspired fear ...

Okay, I know it's long and stops in the middle of nowhere, but I just want to know how it is so far. I'm not really sure about this, so ...

I’ve always imagined I’d be rich. Even at an exceptionally young age I was consumed with money. My friends bought the toys they desired without a second thought, whilst I ...

This is only the start to this story. It's kind of an introduction. It all started that fateful day. My father, one of the most respected magistrates in England was ...

Okay, this goes on where I left Burkand Hare. The hours seemed to become days as I waited for the cock to crow. Knowing that they’d come around at dawn ...

The place was old to say the least. It was built around the 1920s, long before Madison Palmer graced this earth. The dormers were bleak and plain, nothing distinguishing the ...

Sarah watched in horror as blood gushed from the wound on her sister’s neck. She lay there, motionless and bleeding. Her clothes were ripped and dirty, her hair in tangles. ...

Valentine's Day. I hate Valentine's day. There's no point to it, no purpose. The only thing it's good for is to show, once again, that no one likes me. It ...

“I’m so hungry,” I rasped. My voice was different, so different I didn’t recognize it. It was evil. “The jelly in my sister’s eyes would do for a good meal, ...

At first I didn’t know whether it was dust or smoke. A thick haze of vapor hung over the city, masking the setting sun. I stepped forward as though in ...

For twelve years this memory lay dormant in the pit of my recollection. Neither I, nor my keeper ever mentioned it again, knowing the penalty that was to pay. I ...

I liked it. You write really well. I just didn't understand it that well, and in the second paragraph I didn't know whether they were speaking or thinking or whatever. ...

I glanced at Bevan, wondering what he was thinking about. I was thinking about the city. As always I wondered what it held that could be so dangerous, so forbidden. ...

All was silent as I stepped into the quaint little house. My feet echoed slightly on the clay floor as I crept towards the wooden stairs. Could it be possible ...

My feet trudged slowly down the beat path. One in front of the other, walking resignedly toward my demise. Rotten vegetables pelted me every so often, one putrid cabbage hitting ...

Somewhere in the distance a rooster crowed. The town was about to wake. I limped to the window. As though a giant signal had gone of people appeared simultaneously their ...

Association was the high point of a villager’s day. Even older villagers had association at their different points. Village children have normal school until the age of ten. From then ...

“This is unbelievable,” Bevan said once Magorian had crossed through the opening. He flopped down into the long grass. I ...

Well that certainly wasn’t amusing,” Magorian hissed once we were alone. He’d lead us back to his little cabin and ...

I stared longingly at the ray of sunlight glinting through the small kitchen window. It danced on my hands as ...

The forest was dank this time of day. Soft light spilled through the thicket above me, lighting my way on ...

This was cool. I'd love to read more, so hurry up and write it already I really like this story, ...

He looked at the basket, then up at me. I couldn’t decipher the intense look. He moved closer to me. ...

I’d almost made it to my room before Diya saw me. She gave a loud accusing ‘ahem’ that made me ...

“Astrid!” I swung around. The small figure of Gregon stood before me. His cheeks were flushed and he was out ...

“Couldn’t you have forced her or something?” Bevan asked me. We were sitting in the clearing once again, discussing the ...

It was long dark when I crept out of my room. Diya’s melodious snores filled the cottage, assuring my smooth ...

The next day dawned, heavy and humid. I knew the rain would come soon, but I was determined to go ...

I was back at Advanced Barding the next day. The mark had disappeared completely. It was like being let back ...

I decided to take a walk in twilight, to try and clear my head you know. I stayed way clear of the forest and Orrin’s cottage, heading instead for Playman’s ...

- I'm still working on this thing, but i wanted to test this part. I'm don't really know much about the interrogating part, so i wanted to know if it ...

Officer Binley should’ve retired a long time ago. He was nearing seventy-eight, almost as old as his father was when he died. No, Officer Binley couldn’t stop now, not after ...

This is just a little piece I wrote when I was bored. It's not the beginning or the end of anything. I haven't posted in a while and I just ...

This is only the beginning of a story: I stepped into the dingy little bar, looking around. Dirty sunlight filtered in through the half open door I’d just come through, ...

He removed his cap slowly and let the slightly yellowish hair fall over his eyes. I half smiled, half-grimaced. A thin trickle of blood had snaked its way down the ...

The month of August 1943 was one Alyssa would never forget. The air was full of the hazy smell of summer: sweet, cloying, like every flower was fighting for their ...

Thanks for the previous crit guys This part won't make much sense if you didn't read the first part, but I hope this gives the story a bit more flesh. ...

Thanks again for the crit I've started editing the other two pieces but I haven't posted them yet. For now I hope you enjoy this A smile formed on her ...

Thanks again for all the crit This is the last piece so I hope you've enjoyed the story and if you have any suggestions or comments feel free to post ...