Brenda was a middle aged woman, with dyed blonde hair who really liked biology. She was very unfriendly.
I am Frankenstein’s child
A mammoth of a being
It was as quiet as death…
Birds weren’t singing.
It was a Saturday morning and Gineen was tying her shoelaces at the track. Gineen was an inquisitive
A voice called out,
Everyone stopped,
We stood in a gloomy thicket
Twisted leaves and queer
Looking flowers, loomed
Before us.
Look.
The giant table
It was nearly Christmas. So, every year we go to my Aunt’s holiday home, in Oklahoma. It’s far away from where I live, but I love it. One day I was home alone. My family went shopping, I wanted to stay home.
Candles flickered and potions bubbled as Ben entered the room. He wandered around, searching for something, but even he didn’t know what.
The sea was still. The air was clammy. The sky was dark and cloudy, as if all colour had been drawn from it. The beach was long and narrow and sloped gently down the sea. I strolled along the sandy, eerie, lifeless beach. The whole beach was bleach of colour.
