Author Archives: Chantelle
Medusa’s black, ruthless snake hair withers about in the darkness. Her eyes searching around the dark conurbation for souls to steal. Skin, scaled, like a crocodiles back shivers as a gust of wind covers her body.
She searches for her prey while carrying the guilt of her evilness with her.
Shivering, Medusa looks back and remembers her pure golden hair; regrets are kept away.
Still, her crooked nose cannot help but sniff away when she finally sees someone to turn into a gravestone.
By Lady Chantelle <3
I heard an explosion. I woke up in horror. My heart beating like a drum. I heard the sirens wail; like a baby crying. Rubble covered the floor like a blanket of stone. People were rushing to their air raid shelters, in a filed order. Smoke surrounded the streets like guards.
Mother said we were going on holiday. Why did we have to go to school if we were going on holiday, if we are all going why is mother not coming? She wrapped me up warm and gave me my sandwiches-corned beef my fav ! It was so tempting to eat my sandwiches right away.
With a hug and a kiss she placed me on board the train. I wish she wouldn’t cry like that, I hate seeing her cry like that. Since dad and my brother went to war all she does is cry.
I waved her goodbye as the train set off, I wondered where my class mates and I were going.
a strange dimension with fascinating creatures and living plants.
an undiscovered place no one will ever step foot in.
a thundering sky with the biggest blue moon the island has ever had .