Hey everyone! I’m sorry I didn’t post any more of my other story, but it’s because I’m working on a new story called Coille Danachd. I hope you like it!

ONE

I stood up in a cave, my arms outstretched. A sudden panic hit me as I realised… NOTHING. My brain was blank. It was like an empty bucket out in the rain that just couldn’t fill up with water. I clutched my chest as an image filled my mind; at first I thought it was memories spilling back in, but this was far from helpful. A large group of people strode through snow and ice, adults and children alike. Their eyes were purple, their hair black and they all wore a black fur tunic. They played black, shiny, flute-like instruments that sounded like angry thunder, lightning and rain, and they chanted one word, “HAYLEY! HAYLEY! HAYLEY!” It grew scarier and scarier as their leader strode forward. Her eyes were red, no pupil, no sclera, just pure fire, and her hair thick and long and black. She was surely in her forties, but she was super-slim and slender, and she wore no clothes, since down from her neck was black fur. Her face was white and delicate, and she played the same instrument as her group, only longer and thinner, a bit like her, and out of it came black smoke. And when her flute parted from her midnight-coloured lips, she screeched, “HAYLEY! There’s nowhere to run now! Just give yourself up and come to me so I can have your powers!” And then the vision vanished.
So I knew three things; my name was Hayley, that black smoke had wiped my memory (I could still see a cloud of it in my blank mind) and those creepy people were after ME. Well, I just had to get away. If they knew where I was, they’d be up in a second! I peered out of the cave opening and shuddered as I realised this cave was far above the ground, wedged in an icy cliff. Below me, however, was a beautiful sight. Right at the foot of the cliff was a frozen-over lake. To the left was a snowy forest, filled with little huts, and the right was a long river. It led out of the snow and into warm woods, and across the river stood a tall building. A great field lay hidden in the Summery woods, and in it a crater-like hole. Nearby was a beautiful beach, home to an enormous, exotic palace, and far in the distance I saw wastelands with a hooked-claw-shaped building, pure black. ‘The Hook’ I thought. It was perfect, for this building had a slight menacing touch…

Poem coming up…
I’m working on a Halloween one too

Swans flying away from winter
Escapeing the ice
that hides the duckweed under
Fly with us, fly with us
Because we’re flying away from winter
Come join us sister, come join us brother
Run from the fingers of cruel Jack frost
Run from the drifts of falling snow
We’re fly away from winter
Come join us now, we are soon to go

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If I could fly
And touch the sky
And run through clouds
And jump over mountains
And lay on stars
And watch the football from a birds eye view
And swoop down to grab a quick free snack
And wave to the world below
And sit on skyscrapers
And fall into the sea
Then dry in the sun
I think I’d stay here.
But that sounds cool

No rhyme…and not much reason either!

Earth’s blanket
doesn’t seem to cover England
At this time of year
So England’s nose gets very cold
And mine does too!

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Feelgoodbookworm