The Clock I hate the way, the hands, they dance Number to number they mockingly prance As if, somehow, they gleefully know My heart is breaking as they go Tick after tock, I hear it’s daunting laugh As I mourn my beloved’s chosen path Counting the seconds as they pass Clinging to the moment, in case it’s our last Those ticks and tocks, like stabs of pain, Daggers that pierce me again and again The face of that clock, it stares into mine As if it knows I despise its time As th

She stood there – deep blue eyes alive with curiosity, slightly slouched shoulders, drowning in over-sized uniform. Ethan turned towards her – dark brown eyes alive with anticipation, tall and austere, not a strand of fiery auburn hair out of place. “Isabella? You must be the new girl. We’re waiting.” Her eyebrows raised inquisitively. “Us. You. Come on. The lake.” Though none the wiser, she scurried after him, out of the magnificently enormous entrance hall, into the even mo

Disgusting. Everything. Top to bottom. Filth. It’s as if I’d never lived here - as if no one had ever lived here. My childhood memories, completely vanished; then again, anything could be hidden beneath the inches of muck caked on to the walls and surfaces. Impossible to imagine that I’d once sat on this very floor (once beautiful hardwood, now insects had ruined its polished look, and I’m not convinced it hasn’t absorbed some of the rubbish that covered it) and played with t

Rebecca Skylark Chapter 1 The shadow of wiry tree branches cast cracks across the perfect pearly white of the moon. Old paint peeled away from the frame of the window, as icy winds blew through the broken glass. Blood seeped from the skull of the man who lay there motionless on the floor. His heart had stopped beating hours before, but the hand of his watch still ticked. “Can you clarify the time at which you discovered your father, Miss Skylark?” inquired the police officer,