It was the cold that woke me up. I sat slowly, rubbing my aching head. I could see my breath in front of me creating a fog by my face. There was hardly any light and my eyes strained to look around me. The floor below me was old and splintered wood. There was an eerie stillness and quiet around me. I stood up carefully, only to fall to my knees out of dizziness. I groaned and felt the spot on my head that ached so badly. I could feel the hot, sticky mess of blood in my hair and began to panic. Why
Blood Moon In the dark twisted woods, known by locals as the Dead Woods, lived a wolf pack. They were deadly, anyone who crossed them disappeared. But even the fiercest warriors have their weak links. The Sandré, as they were called, hid in the deepest depths of the cave, a secret so dark it would terrify the most vile soul. In that cave lived a midnight black wolf who was known by the name Darque. She was a young wolf, and why they had her locked away, why they were terrified of her, was because
Eman Zaheer Personal Metaphor The deafening sounds of gun shots filled the air only to be united with the shrilling sound of a scream I couldn’t decipher as my own or another’s. Bullets are shot towards a man I have never known, my ammunition being my only friends to help me through a dark war of death. Fighting for so long, it’s almost impossible a time where I haven’t wanted to wave my white flag, to surrender, and to give up. Yet, through the injuries and the white tears I fight in this