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Monument of Sin
Monument of Sin
With my eyes closed I listened for the next roar of thunder.
The storm drew closer.
Huddled on the window-sill, I opened my eyes to see the flickers of lightning illuminating the town far below. Nestled at the bottom of the valley, it appeared so far away, from the castle tower. Perched high on the mountain side, the castle cast a dark shadow on the town below. I could feel my body tremble as another thunderous roar echoed through the open window. Moonlight trickled from the blanket of clouds above and as I held my hand out the light danced between my fingers. The blue jewelled necklace hanging from a long string around my neck, glistened in the moonlight. The sound of the rain taping against the large window, was oddly soothing and I could feel my mind starting to drift.
I remember sitting in this exact spot when my father told me, all the land we could see from this window, belonged to our family. Castle Corvin was built for his Great-Great- Grandfather, as a reward f
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Amy stared out across the yard, at the snow-covered trees.  She pretended to walk like an astronaut knowing her Grandmother was watching from the sitting room window. Her Grandmother had forced her to wear one of her padded winter coats, before she could go out in the cold. The combination of the oversized jacket, thick Harris tweed scarf, incredibly itchy woollen hat and gloves and awkward wellies, were the cost- so carefully negotiated- of being allowed out. She had been looking forward to the first snowfall since her birthday, desperate to try out her new camera. Her favourite time of year, winter, it made everything look so clean, peaceful, perfect for taking
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The Whispering Woods
It's one of the oldest places of magic, they say. Hundreds of years have passed but the old enchantments still linger today. The woods may seem dreary and bleak, but the magic inside of them is beautiful for those who dare to seek. There is a place where white ribbons hang upon the trees, and they move calmly with the breeze. There is a place where tiny silver stars flutter freely, dancing in the air ever so beautifully. There is a place with circles of stones, where faeries once did roam. There is a place with four blue trees, faces carved upon them in a peaceful sleep. The spirits watch as they please, and sometimes they whisper to you in the rustle of leaves.
Her heart was heavy with sorrow, and she did not want to see another tomorrow. She spoke to the trees, "will I ever be free? Or will these woods forever be home to me?"
The Whispering Woods answered with sharp wind that made her eyes sting, "here we are always free, our spirits make these cold woods sing."
"I wish to joi
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Dark Waters
I guess I am the fool again today
For thinking love be brought my way
And in the hopes that am now better changed
By hanging up my bottles dry
And wiping self pitys tear from out my eyes
And pretending that all my worlds yet died
Tis a lie.
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Ashes of mourning
In times of joy
and when sorrow looms
When fickle worries
take their evil root
Smiles Ill remember
Or a thoughtful tune
The dust ill shake off
And become as new.
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Passing Worlds
Summer, spring and winter come
Seasons wove together
Overlaying one by one
Like memories and trials
All in time forgone
I look for passing phantoms
To right the mind in thinkings wrong.
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Paul Macleod
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United Kingdom
I am currently in my third year of English Language and Creative Writing at UCLAN. My overall goal is to have my own novels published and possibly work on writing scripts for Tv and Film. I enjoy writing horror stories, particularly with post- apocalyptic settings. Some of my favourite authors – in no particular order- are: James Herbert, Stephen King, Rhiannon Frater, Barb and J. C. Hendee I have- up until now- not posted any of my stories or ideas online, as I am very protective over my work. I would greatly appreciate any feedback on my stories, from praise to criticisms. I will also be willing to give feedback on others work, if it is welcome. As I get use to the site I will add and improve on my profile.


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