By Anwita Vasanth Koodalithazhathuveedu The Sunken City was still. The Great Desert stretching around it for miles was still. The world of Ahoy was sleeping- except for two things; two shadows flitting about the desert. The shadows of a trained professional and an, although perhaps trained, still somewhat unprofessional… Read More
“Soon the disappearance of Magic was too much for us to bear. I am the last of my kind.” “Wow,” I said. “Interesting story. But seriously, what or who are the Imagineers?” “We are the embodiment of imagination. Usually we cannot be sensed. Although… Read More
Christian Lazzaro Part Two Mortimer Grimsley sat down on his seat, listening to He’s a Jolly Good Fellow. That was Alfred Grimsley’s favourite tune. It was a day the whole of Ahoy was moaning about. After the ceremony Mortimer returned… Read More
Natasha Minchin Part 3 Misty and I decided that we would pursue our original plans and go to the market. I definitely hadn’t forgotten about the series of events that had just happened, but returning home didn’t sit right with me… As… Read More
Phillip was a young man who lived with his parents in a house near a forest. He just started Assumption College and he felt embarrassed because he was not good at school. So, he decided to run away. That night he crept out the window with a disguise… Read More
Asteriva raised one eyebrow in disbelief. “So, you want me to travel to an unknown location to find a flower, and you plan to use it to bring back dark magic?” “Exactly! So… Read More
Listen my children, of the most horrible person I have encountered (and I am an officer in Ahoy, I’ve met some nasty people in my days.) Ok here goes, Alexander is nasty from his oily hair to his perfectly clean black shoes. Firstly, his appearance: he has perfect… Read More
“Give that gem!” said Jeff, “I need it to make a potion!” “Never!” said the stranger. Jeff stabbed the stranger with his sword without regret and the man fell to the concrete road. Dark red blood started staining his clothes. Jeff grabbed the Phoenix gem and ran off… Read More
I went in. I was on high alert, jumping at every little sound. The corridor was sparsely lined with doors, shut tight and scathed with claw marks, with threadbare carpet and low light. Even in the darkness, I could make out stains, dents and peeling bits of the… Read More
Our front door is painted a deep red, the intensity of pure blood. I remember my mum requesting to paint it red, as it was her favourite colour. Even the ring gifted to her, is a large ruby, sitting nicely on top of a gold band. This heirloom… Read More
