Scarlet Murder

The lights flickered. A shadowy figure floated across the room. Everything was silent except from the heavy breathing of a young girl. Then, there it was. Her last words. Her last… shriek.   The lights turned on and the gate opened. All that was left, was the bloody knife that had pierced the girl’s heart… …

London

Blacked out windows, doors shut tight. Mothers praying through the night.   Praying that families come home safe and warm. Sons and husbands, weathering the storm.   The storm of bullets, gunfire and shells. making their lives hell.   Food becoming scarce, men scarcer. The only ones left showing white feathers.   Desperate housewives trying …

A Watery Grave

The wind brushed my cheek and howled its deadly sins into my ear. I couldn’t help but sing the song that the trees whispered to me under my breath. “An empty river, a broken gaze…” What was the next line? “A terrible song, a watery grave,” came a slow voice behind me. Two days later, …

8th November 1605

Screaming voices, desperate prayers and the burning flames; as if they were snakes squeezing the life out of every victim. It had been just an hour earlier that I’d heard it. The fatal sound that brought thundering whispers of chaos tearing through the town. Looking through the window, I watched a cloud of blazing evil …

‘Insanity’

It bit at my mind, like a monster. It became me. It defined me. It was me. I could feel its deadly hunger, burning red in my eyes. Black spots filled my vision - filled my mind’s eye. Why wouldn’t they leave me be? They must know that insanity is the best medicine. The medicine, …

‘Quicksand’

The sky was painted gold. The fluffy clouds slowly drifted towards us while I held Beth’s hand. Everything was perfect. “Let’s go a little bit further - beyond the great pyramids, beyond where we’re supposed to go. I know that there, you can witness some of the world’s most breath-taking views,” I explained as a …

First Prize German Poem

A poem by Jenny Hall. Deutsch Wenn ich eine farbe wäre, würde ich rot sein. Rot wie eine leckere Erdbeere. Wenn ich eine farbe wäre, würde ich orange sein. Orange wie der warme Sonnenuntergang. Wenn ich eine farbe wäre, würde ich gelb sein. Gelb wie ein Vermögen. Wenn ich eine farbe wäre, würde ich grün …