Writing Event Entries

“Patience is the key.” The wise man taught. We nodded, adjusting the stained piece of rough cloth across the hips.

The chaos on the dark streets made Francesca curious. She peeked through the smudgy window in her room from the

“Midnight, on the bridge. Come alone.”   P.S: Don’t tell your twin.   It was Ryan’s favourite place. Colourful balloons

The smell of burnt rubber hung in the air. Sasha winced as a ten month old let out a wail

The house was empty. I snuggled on the sofa beside the window. Wiping the glass with the arm of my

A faint glow from the embers in the fireplace neither gave her warmth nor light. Emily could stay in her

“Come in, Amara.” He gestured for me to step inside. The man did not look like a servant, but he

The sunny morning was a welcome respite after the cyclone rains. The roads were clear, almost. “Hiya! How are those