If this were 1693
I would be blamed
for blighted crops
and winter sickness.
My bloodroot hair would foreshadow
Villagers would be banned… 222 more words
A kick. That’s how it started. Charlie Everett slept a deep, snoring slumber. Ten minutes before his alarm went off: thump—a light kick in the stomach. 4,507 more words
‘To Andy and his parents, it looks like any other carnival: creaking ghost train, rusty rollercoaster and circus performers. But of course it isn’t. Drawn to the hall of mirrors, and enters and is hypnotised by the many selves staring back at him. 1,456 more words