Show, don't tell

I came into the room. I saw Alan. I greeted him and sat down.

****

With an aggravated huff, I kicked the door open without mercy, a dark aura practically rolling off me in waves. Shooting sharp glares at anyone who decided it was a good idea to talk to me, I stormed into the room, eyes locking onto one person. Alan. Eyes narrowing, I stalked past him, slamming my foot into the side of his chair and nearly tipping it over, before moving back to the corner of the room. I slammed my hands down on the desk, adamantly refusing to sit down, as I continued to send murderous glares at the clueless fool on the other side of the room.

****

A soft, shaky sigh escaped my throat as I approached the door, which seemed to be growing bigger and more oppressing each time I glanced at it. Slowly, I reached out and grasped the door handle, pulling it down and pushing open the door. Nervous glances around the room scanned the people there, identifying them one by one, until I finally spotted him. A surprised yelp sounded; I was vaguely aware that I was the one it came from. He was sitting there, nonchalant as ever, chattering with his friends. Alan. It was him. Sheepishly, I edged around the room to sit down in the far corner, tense beyond belief. Looking over at him, I found him staring at me with an odd smile on his face, causing me to divert my eyes and a shiver to run up my spine. 

By Haze

From here

-- Nova

Prologue

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

A constant beat played out, the noise breaking the silence that screamed throughout the landscape. As usual, the forest was calm. Path untouched. Trees shrouded in mist.

Alone, one single silhouette danced across the ground, the silhouette of what was unmistakably a monster.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Another noise broke through the silence. Voices echoed around the area. Detecting the disturbance, the shadowy creature stopped. Its head raised, ears flicking.

More noise came. Footsteps. A group of people trekked through the forest-like area, although a better name for the location as a whole would be a death trap.

Yet another sound became known. A feral growl ripped through the air, halting the other noise. Hidden from sight, the creature approached them. As it became closer, the people began to look less human. Forest folk…?

Considering its options, the creature paused.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Catching their attention, the dripping noise continued. One scanned the ground, eyes missing the gargantuan creature before them. A puddle had formed, seemingly out of nowhere. Liquid continued to drop into it from a source invisible to them.

Drip.

Drip.

…

Approaching carefully, the forest folk moved to the liquid. One reached down, gently dipping what looked close to a hand into the substance, which they discovered to be a sticky red. Blood red.

That beautiful, dangerous shade was the last thing they saw.

Silence—

…

‘Scream’.

By Haze

From here

From here

With You

Take me with you.

Dance me away.

Go to the heavens were the tallest mountains lay.

Tell me more.

Tell me less.

 Tell me the secrets you once wanted to dress.

 Lead me down.

Lead me to.

 The wonders of your mind where silence is in the queue.

Bring me there.

Bring me to see.

Life of the lost, where romance fights in three.

 Run me away.

Run me to smell.

The fragrance of the roses that once where to sell.

Be with me today and on the wall pin.

Life is journey, not a waste that you can bin.

By Aksa Anzy

Bang

‘Bang’.

It was almost like someone had flat-out spoken the word, but the gunshot was definitely real. There was no way it was a joke- Not with Kyoya lying face-down on the floor, blood streaming down his half-limp body and the obvious pained gasps being emitted by him. Clearly, this was a horrifying sight. Especially so to his sister, who sat on the ground a little ways away from her best friend... Who was currently a mere puppet to the greater powers involved in the situation.

Standing tall and staring blankly at her victim, Kai still hadn’t lowered the gun held firmly and carefully in her hand. She was a dangerous individual anyways, but this definitely proved the point.

Repercussions were inevitable. More people were going to be hurt and everyone witnessing the scene knew this, but nobody moved. Too in shock over Kyoya, who had gone limp after a few minutes of struggling against the pain. It was then that Alvin moved in the background, his friend’s fall had been the trigger for releasing the pent-up fury he held.

With incredible swiftness, his hand shot to the holster on his belt and he removed the gun stored there. It didn’t matter what happened to him- he was avenging his friend’s death and nothing was going to stop him. Checking the ammunition as he had become accustomed to doing before a battle, his face twisted into a frown. Four bullets, that was all. He had left the reserves in his room, thinking that he would never have to use his weapons at the Academy...

He was wrong.

Levelling his gun with its target, Kai’s neck, he let out a slight growl as he fired all of his shots- three at her back, around where her chest would be, and the last shot at the accursed mark of the Ouroboras on the side of her neck.

Of course, if the mark had stayed then she would have been fine. Due to the power of the Ouroboras, she would have been fine even if the bullets hit... Naturally, things had to go wrong. Mere milliseconds before the first shot was fired from the scarf-wearing man’s weapon, the mark had flickered and disappeared, taking the possessed teen’s protection against the bullets with it.

They hit her fast and hard, which was to be expected. Luckily, the most deadly bullet only grazed the side of her neck but the other three hit their marks with horrifying precision.

By Rachie

From here

Funny Story

One day Lisa went to the shops.  She fell over a leprechaun into a magical portal. She landed on a fluffy cloud.  A lady asked her what she was doing there.  Before she could answer Lisa’s eyes fell on a snail on her shoulder. 

The snail had a top hat on and a moustache. 

It said ‘Howdy, there!’ and lightly curtseyed, using swift movements of his hands.

Suddenly the snail jumped off her shoulder and turned into a purple and green giraffe.  It said, ‘Let me take you on your way.’

She followed the giraffe to a lake.  Then a dinosaur came swimming up.

The dinosaur then whispered to Lisa, ‘If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands.’  But the dinosaur realised his arms were too short.  And then he got angry, the anger turned into a tantrum which caused him to plonk himself onto the ground, waving his arms and legs everywhere in all directions, crying oreos.

In the midst of his tantrum, he ate Lisa. She tumbled through his throat, and fell through the magical portal in his stomach and landed back on the pavement where she started.  

From here

By Belvedere Creative Writers

Halloween

From here

The rain tapped the windows, threatening to come in. Each molecule glaring at me with its transparent eyes sending death stares into my soul.  Thunder roared in my ears, lightning ceasing to take hold of my heart. The metal I clutched sent a chill running done my spine. The jagged ends ready to devour its food. Glowing pumpkins and sweet wrappers lie dead on the floor, unconscious of the scene that was going to unfold before them. Books lined the room sending messages of their contents that would swallow you in its hypnotism any second. Sweat swimming down my face pronounced how a terrible the idea was. My black hair camouflaged in the dark, my dark brown eyes staring into my prey.  He was a venerable child, his hands clutched to his chest defending his vital organ. Honey-blond hair tried to hide his guilt. However, I wasn’t going to be a coward. It was a dare, by the diabolical guy that had haunted his life and dreams. His grimacing smiles penetrating my mind.

I will kill him.

I will prove I'm not a coward.

I will do what people do on Halloween.

I will swallow him up and send him to the other world.

The dead.

By Aksa Anzy

The Winter’s Murder

Roaming, the world doing its own business, I watch as the delicate and beautiful snowflakes land in their destinations.  I glare as I see the snowflake landing on the sturdy pavement and then in a blink of an eye the life of it is sucked up from the monster below, leaving only the blood behind. I sense as the trees try to smile at me, too many lines on their faces, they look so weary and weak, whatever could make them feel this much pain? The clouds are trying to keep their families together, all cold and shivering, however unfortunately the flowers are withering away by every second. Can winter ever bring happiness?

 A fire, that’s what started this: the death of my brother; the suicide of my mother and the accident of my father, I have nothing left, just this desolate world, where I see everything as if they were alive and that they have their own story of their outrageous lives. Miserably, all the litters were flying into their own invisible bins and the last of the fallen leaves were saying farewells to their companions.

I walked to where I was destined to be, a mansion that holds a secret of its own. What my parents left me, but what other people already left. The golden doorknob was cold underneath my palm, the chill of it crawling into my veins. Finally, I turned it mustering up the only courage I had left. The ancient mansion had no life left, everything was dying. The Victorian furniture, the broken chandelier, the auburn staircase, they were all closing their eyes and hiding. However, the closed eyelids felt eerie, like at any moment they would wake up for something very exciting.

 “Hello!”

I swiveled my head around trying to find the source of the voice, I looked straight into the ebony staircase, who or what was that?

“I see you’re the owner now, in other words my new victim.”

It had a kind of mischievous touch in the voice, but I couldn’t tell if I was a girl’s or boys. I didn’t know if I should answer. Suddenly, all things melted before my eyes and a mist blinded me, it seemed like all the objects in the house had woken up from their perpetual sleep and seemed to be laughing, but in a menacing way; the voices were ringing in my ears. Have I gone demented?  I faintly remember overhearing that conversation…

“He died there, that 16 year old boy, Red, he ran away from his parents, he always seemed odd to me, all them ghostly features, those spooky blue eyes and that feral hair. Horrible! I heard that he died by throwing himself of the house because he hated the people who lived there…”

Red… that was his name. Was he the one speaking to me? If so, is he a ghost? No, that can’t be possible. But… Is he seeking for something he didn’t get? Little did I know that those are the last thoughts I would get to think. And that the next 6 words were going to be the last I heard. Because at that moment ocean-blue eye’s escaped out of the mist with feral hair framing a young boy’s smirking face.

“Let me be your honourable host.”

By Aksa Anzy