The lights were a promise, from a god to his mindless worshipers. If ever they were faced with darkness, on this the darkest of days in the year, they were to light candles. They were to light candles in every window and every space, to light up their whole city. And the flames would guide him back. The light of the world would return, to slay the vessels of evil – the fallen angels, the pretenders to his kingdom.
I watched the priests light them every year, never saying a word. Grimm did his best not to shut me out, but the others did no such thing. They lit the candles and passed the flames next to my face. They were mocking me.
My
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Why the Walls Whisper
Long ago there was a barren land where nothing ever seemed to grow. The grass turned black underfoot and sky was hidden by storm clouds. The only trees were the old, knotted, wooden skeletons that stretched from the ground, hands thrown up in surrender.
Everything was grey.
A village rested between a tangled forest and the shadow of an ever-growing castle. The people living there watched the walls get taller and taller, day by day, throwing them further into darkness. They heard celebrations echo from inside, but no one outside dared to smile. Something terrible was happening.
The children were disappearing.
The young ones disappeared firs
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The Seventh Apple - Part 4
The Seventh Apple - Part 4
He steers quietly. I’m a dead body lying in the back of a hearse, waiting for the cruel undertaker to put me six feet under. “Do you know much about lions, Snow?” he suddenly asks. He glances to my reflection in the mirror and I shake my head, “They are very territorial. When two males fight over their land they fight to the death. If the reigning lion wins then all carries on as normal. Do you know what happens if he loses and the winner takes over?” I shake my trembling head again. “The winner kills all the other’s remaining cubs. He removes any trace of the lion that was
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The Sun and the Rain (poem)
Rainbows
The sun was a pretty girl;
Dressed in ribbons and bows.
Each day she brightened up the earth
With her crimson orange glow.
The rain was cold and bitter;
Friends with the sleet and snow.
His heart hung heavy with misery,
His songs were full of woe.
One day they collided.
The sun said “Don’t you know?
The grey and cloudy tears will soon disappear;
I think you’re great just so.”
So up in the sky together
They let their love flow.
It leapt from their hearts, across the world
And became a rainbow.
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What Becomes of Black Snow - Pt 2 by erondagirl, literature
Literature
What Becomes of Black Snow - Pt 2
The lights were a promise, from a god to his mindless worshipers. If ever they were faced with darkness, on this the darkest of days in the year, they were to light candles. They were to light candles in every window and every space, to light up their whole city. And the flames would guide him back. The light of the world would return, to slay the vessels of evil – the fallen angels, the pretenders to his kingdom.
I watched the priests light them every year, never saying a word. Grimm did his best not to shut me out, but the others did no such thing. They lit the candles and passed the flames next to my face. They were mocking me.
My
The Sun and the Rain (poem) by erondagirl, literature
Literature
The Sun and the Rain (poem)
Rainbows
The sun was a pretty girl;
Dressed in ribbons and bows.
Each day she brightened up the earth
With her crimson orange glow.
The rain was cold and bitter;
Friends with the sleet and snow.
His heart hung heavy with misery,
His songs were full of woe.
One day they collided.
The sun said “Don’t you know?
The grey and cloudy tears will soon disappear;
I think you’re great just so.”
So up in the sky together
They let their love flow.
It leapt from their hearts, across the world
And became a rainbow.
The Seventh Apple - Part 4 by erondagirl, literature
Literature
The Seventh Apple - Part 4
The Seventh Apple - Part 4
He steers quietly. I’m a dead body lying in the back of a hearse, waiting for the cruel undertaker to put me six feet under. “Do you know much about lions, Snow?” he suddenly asks. He glances to my reflection in the mirror and I shake my head, “They are very territorial. When two males fight over their land they fight to the death. If the reigning lion wins then all carries on as normal. Do you know what happens if he loses and the winner takes over?” I shake my trembling head again. “The winner kills all the other’s remaining cubs. He removes any trace of the lion that was
The Seventh Apple - Part 3 by erondagirl, literature
Literature
The Seventh Apple - Part 3
The Seventh Apple - Part 3
Faye gives us a pack, just like Ashley said. Visitors from social services arrive daily to check in on everyone. A couple of the women and children are set to leave at last, having found a new chance at happiness in another city. The kids don’t completely understand why they’re leaving again, but their mothers are overflowing with joy. Faye decides that before they go we should have a small celebration, because we don’t have enough of those.
“I’ll make some food up,” Ashley volunteers.
Faye folds her arms, “Alright. But don’t feel you have to do everything yourself.
The Seventh Apple - Part 2 by erondagirl, literature
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The Seventh Apple - Part 2
The Seventh Apple - Part 2
The next morning we get a better idea of where we are. We go downstairs together, still holding hands. There’s a kitchen with tables and chairs. I think the furniture is second-hand. It’s bruised. The room smells of oatmeal. A kettle hisses on a worktop. There are a few women there, other lodgers I guess. They eat while seven children hide under the table legs. They play with toys which like the table were loved once. Faye comes in and waves us to a table. The other women smile sympathetically as we sit.
She sits us down to explain. This is a shelter for families that have been broken. Some of the wom
The Seventh Apple - Part 1 by erondagirl, literature
Literature
The Seventh Apple - Part 1
The Seventh Apple - Part 1
“Would you like an apple, Snow?”
I watch as the fruit is handed across the table, seemingly so innocent. The skin is as red as my blood, and the white flesh as pure as my own and it has been tainted. I can smell the hint of bitterness sprinkled on the rosy surface, and I want to wretch again. I shake my head.
“You have to eat something… eventually,” my Stepfather purrs in a gravel-raw voice, “and apples are good for you.”
‘Not yours’, I think. The apple remains extended by his grim hand. I struggle to clear my throat. “No thank you,” I croak.
H
The first foot onto the steps was the strangest. I gave a gulp and stared up at the school. Theyd decked it out with coloured lights around the doors and paper flags around the banisters. Why hadnt that building changed? Twenty years to me felt like what I really should be seeing now was ruins. I stopped to take a closer look.
I felt someone slide their arm over my shoulder.
Was it...? Could it be...?
No. I took a sharp sigh of relief as I turned to see Ricky beaming up at the building beside me.
You scared me. I thought you were someone else. I smiled.
No. You arent that lucky. He smiled. I
Long ago there was a barren land where nothing ever seemed to grow. The grass turned black underfoot and sky was hidden by storm clouds. The only trees were the old, knotted, wooden skeletons that stretched from the ground, hands thrown up in surrender.
Everything was grey.
A village rested between a tangled forest and the shadow of an ever-growing castle. The people living there watched the walls get taller and taller, day by day, throwing them further into darkness. They heard celebrations echo from inside, but no one outside dared to smile. Something terrible was happening.
The children were disappearing.
The young ones disappeared firs
What Becomes of Black Snow - pt1 by erondagirl, literature
Literature
What Becomes of Black Snow - pt1
What becomes of Black Snow?
It was coming close to the end of the year; the Solstice season. The Temple was always busy in those few months; the days got shorter and the nights longer. The citizens of Heaven came to make offerings to the High Priest and the Sun God, and pray he'd come back soon. Ceremonies were performed to purify the night air, to keep the citizens safe from whatever danger might lie out in the darkness. In the houses they lit tiny coloured candles and set them on the windowsills, to guide the Sun god back through the freezing fog. They sung for his safe return.
The fog hid away the streets of Hell, as if it didn't exist.
The Story of Kristy Killings - chpt 11 by erondagirl, literature
Literature
The Story of Kristy Killings - chpt 11
Dreadful Lullaby
He let Kristy's lifeless body pull him to the floor. The knife stuck out of his chest but he tried not to look. The pain was so powerful that it almost felt numb. His eyesight went blurry. From somewhere nearby he could hear police officers shouting and giving orders. Someone laid their hands on him, they felt for his pulse. Their fingers pressed against Kristy's poisonous bite. His breath was stalling. It grew less and less. It was just as Kristy described. The loss of his breath made him feel lightheaded. Anything he could see was in slow motion.
He rested his head on the floor, and gazed directly into her eyes. They twin