The Dark lurked, as always it watched, it was cold, it had been that way since the beginning, the warmth had all left it, spinning out into the new youngness that it feared. The Dark had stayed, it had drawn in on itself to preserve what warmth it could. The Dark saw her, she had […]
Amy stood in the bitter ley of the granite column listening through the muffling fur of her hood, the executioners had been hard at work and the old rituals of blood sacrifice had seen a boom. This time to the new god of 2000 years or so of British culture – the site they were […]
Joanne’s eyes were green, not just the iris but the pupils and the eyeball as well. Different shades of green but all glowing faintly with their own light. Normally any child like her would have been have been killed but now there were enlightened and people understood it was nothing but an anomaly, a defect […]
What sort of sky is this? Where is the atmosphere real or emotional taking us? Weather is often used as a metaphor in writing – use this picture to help spark a story 🙂