He Was Away
The red hood lay on the floor, a little scuffed and dirty, as if there had been a struggle.
The blonde was no where to be seen, her picnic basket tossed on its side, the snacks spilt everywhere.
A pity that the woodsman was away, visiting his aunt.
A pity.
By Grant
Spring Cleaning
I step into her house and am immediatly handed a binbag.
“Take this to the van,” I am told. “It’s going to the Tip.”
I don’t look at the cold, impassive face that studies mine. Instead, I untie the knot in the bag and look inside.
And find my childhood.
By Alexander J. Cunningham
Mighty Explorer
He squeezed his way deeper into the cavern, feeling his way forward in the darkness. He knew it was only a matter of time before he broke through.
Suddenly, with a click his surroundings lit up, and a sound he dreaded reached him:
“Charles! Get out from under those blankets!”
By Grant
