“Ah rovi, how are you this fine evening?” I ask her but she just says nothing. She makes some green goopy tea that is weirdly gassy and cold. Finally she replies with, “fine” and gives me the tea. I look in to her cup and it is… Read More
Shifting the knob, I finally hit the right station, the log of Captain Barnabas. There was a loud rush of noise, sounds of waves crashing and birds cawing. Then I heard a roar, and screaming. The roar was monstrous and it sounded strangely familiar. The beast of the dark, the… Read More
“NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT! IF YOU LOVE ME THEN CAN YOU COME OUTTA WHERE YOU’RE HIDING AND STAND OVER HERE??!!” I yell loudly, I’m also pretty sure that all of Ahoy could hear me. “Nat!! I’ll give you twenty bucks if you come out!” I wait a bit, hoping to see… Read More
I sat by the crackling fire, on top of the mountainous island. The opening of the cave rolled to the side, and Rovi gestured for us to come in. There was an aroma of flowers, and herbs. All sorts of creatures entered the rocky cave. There were two lanterns on… Read More
I sniff the air. What is that? Sniff sniff. All of a sudden I get overwhelmed with the intense scent of tea – earthy, fresh, herbal tea to be exact. I crack a smile. I adore herbal tea and even just the smell of… Read More
I freeze. I heard the growl this time. I’m sure of it. Another low hiss in the distance. And the disgustingly strong scent of something I can’t quite put my finger on. It reeks of herbal tea, but that can’t possibly be right. I march around the trees in a… Read More
Journal Entry (After Starfall) It’s two days after the big incident. A lot has changed, and many people have died and been injured. Nothing seems real. We didn’t think that Yore could ever fall, even though we knew it had to happen some day. But just not this… Read More
Diary Entry 7:28 strides past midday My stomach still feels like butterflies. I can’t seem to shake them. I need to, and soon, because if anyone finds out, it’s over for me. I probably, on second thoughts, shouldn’t be writing, just in case. … Read More
A poem in the Afeard Wilds by Daisy Oopsie Wild Scary Sand Sun Blisters Unexpected Hippotown Crying Family Wifi Flowers Books School Cosy Warm Home… Read More
Everything was silent. The only sound was the crunching of the detective’s shoes on the hard ground with leaves and branches strewn across the floor. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. But there was still the rustling of branches and the wind whistling. A… Read More
