Lost Marbles
The door to the shop opened and sent dust flying into the air. Minty stuck her head out from behind a stack of books to see a young man...
Home Time (Wicked Young Writer Awards Finalist!)
He breathed out a plume of grey smoke and smirked in appreciation. If there was one thing the humans were good at, it was creating the...
Pandora
My hands shake violently no matter how much I try to stop them. It hurts so much. Black spots dance in front of my eyes and my mouth...
Love's Flame
Love is like a candle; it burns out over time. It starts off a flame that burns so strong in passionate colours of red and gold. It burns...
Dear Miss Rosie
Dear Miss Rosie, I saw you today walking along the wall on Apple Way. Your hair is wild but your clothes are neat and you have bright red...
Stargazing
My sister's a star up in the sky, I can see her at night if I really try. She blows me a kiss and says, 'You'll be alright, if only you...
Wasted Opportunities
Wasted Opportunities was a short story I submitted to the Writing East Midlands Summer Solstice Competition in 2016. To my surprise, I...
