"Rather limp body, almost petrified. The body didn’t look friendly, but in light of recent events I wasn’t optimistic, I didn’t stand around to give myself the chance to be either. Losing the fight for breath I decided I could make…"
"She felt the whistling wind push back her hair as a bead of sweat fell down the side of her face. She was exhausted, her breath wheezy, her muscles aching but she did not stop. She turned a corner running into the woods. As she saw the autumn leaves…"
"A blinding light - then darkness. The tips of my toes began to lose sensation, to change before my eyes. A foul evil began to seep into my very being. I tried to look away, but something held me in place. I tried to run, but I was transfixed in that…"
"Kellie hesitated after those two simple words. A cold, sharp shiver danced along her spine, the goose bumps upon her skin were hard and visible and the beating of her heart felt like a small explosion had occurred within her with every beat. She…"
The shape-shifter’s face was surely that of Lord Pinkforth’s, but its personality was only of its own menace and sinister considerations. Who should he become next? The bodies, littered around him, gave him a sort of unearthly energy.…"
"He now had two options; dispose of the evidence hoping that there intelligent enough to cover the mistake, or hand him over to the police. Neither of these options seemed like a possibility to the son. He’d left a deliberate trail, the…"
Oct 14, 2015
Clare Bond is now a member of Write Path International Connections