The gunshot echoed through the forest as Savitri and her little son, Nanda, hurried across the thick brush bordering the outskirts of the jungle. The sun was just rising in the eastern sky, as the golden rays shone on their grey coats. It was nearly ten minutes before Savitri decided to slow down, so that
Category: Young Writers
My Everyday Hero
She was a great person. A three-time hero: a teacher, a search & rescue volunteer and my mum. I always come here to think. I don’t know what it is, staring down at the misty water from the cliffs above. It soothes me. No one comes here anymore so it’s always peaceful. All I can
The Elephant Mother
She walks majestically and mightily. Through the fog and the rain, through the scorching sun on the brightest day. From dawn to dusk, sunrise to sun set, till all the brightest colours are bleached from the sky and replaced with a veil of cold curling mist. She walks on, never slowing and never faltering. Her
A Day at the Beach (Part 1)
I have always wondered what lies beyond the horizon. What could be there? A monster? A fairy? A treasure? It never ceases to amuse me imagining what could be there. It served as a little fantastical adventure for me, where I could pretend to be the protagonist of my own story for a teeny-weeny little
A Day at the Beach (Part 2)
Continued from Part 1, here. Pa…Pappy? Pappy was laughing, grinning from ear to ear. He looked at the both of us, before trying to control his laughter and failing to do so. “Captain, told you my son was a special one. Refugees…ha…your boat looks like a refugee’s raft!” They know each other? Wait…Pappy, you
The Forest Light
One step. Another. Each one echoing and bouncing off the thick wall of trees surrounding me. An icy wind whipped fiercely at my fluffy green jacket, sending tears trickling down my freckled cheeks. I hoisted my heavy pack higher onto my shoulders, my boots planted firmly, the heels digging into the moist clumps of dirt.
Can you go on?
What is death? It creeps up behind you. It gently nudges you into its velvety blackness, its misty greyness. It is a deep void, full of everything; full of nothing. A dense mist, ever moving but never changing. This is where I am. Not yet ready to jump off the grey cliffs of what I
The Deepest Thought
I am walking, walking towards an unknown place. My mind is leading my body into a different world, an escape. I feel so lost inside and I feel that nobody, not even myself, knows who I am anymore. I am drowning in these thoughts and feelings that make me think about the end, the end
Lady on edge
I was contemplating why this was happening, why it had to be me! I was confused. I couldn’t stop the abysmal thoughts whirling around in my head…I was too weak. My eyes scanned the fog that blanketed the lake district mountains and then down to where light mist clung over the valleys like a limpet
Solitude
Watching the mist swirling into a solid mass in front of me, I quietly celebrate the end of my fourth week in isolation. I say that I did this quietly because I have not uttered a word to another human since I became stranded here, although I have initiated a one-sided discussion with a pair
Elephants
As per usual the elephant family were living their everyday life. There was the mother elephant who was named Lily, the father elephant who was named Marcus and the little girl elephant named Elodie. One day as they were drinking water from the river they heard an unusual rustle in the bushes. While Marcus protected
Jonah
My name is Jonah. I live on the uninhabited island of Neverland. I suspect that it’s somewhere off the coast of the Caribbean but, truly, I don’t know where it is. My life is simple; I wake up, tend to my crops, collect firewood, build household objects, and then go to sleep. How I got
Indistinguishable
He was only a young calf when he first saw them. Tall, glorious and majestic. His mother had left, and he was alone. He was entranced. He knew of them; no one didn’t. It was a man, with graying hair and a twinkle in his wizened eyes. Next to him was a girl with the
Heartworm
They were there. They may had faded away long ago, but they were always watching. The winter chill seeped through my bones despite the thick layers I wore, and my surroundings were desolate. Silent, serene. The files were nestled within my coat, and the sound of the judge’s hammer rang in my ears. “Death penalty.”
Humans Vs The Earth
“Mom? What happened to our home?” he said. Meet El, a young, innocent baby elephant. “MOM? WHERE ARE YOU?” El screamed. Little did he know, his mom had been killed. Killed by a monster. The monster who had also ruined El’s home in the forest. After walking for a while, El arrived at a strange
Condition of poor animals
Today, we all are running beside our future to make it effective but we have forgotten the present part of our life in which wildlife also exists with us. Today we have every source of comfort and that becomes possible only because of god’s created brain which we have much as compare to other creatures.
Truly Alone
It’s so beautiful. The waves lap gently on the sandy shore. My toes curl. Wet sand squelches through the gaps between my toes. I frown. It’s uncomfortable. A wave glides gently over my feet washing away the sand. The furrow in my brow softens, but it is not completely lifted. Why am I like this?
Cliff Girl
There once lived a girl named Monica. She loved to stand on the edge of the cliff to keep calm or she would turn into an evil beast. No one could calm her down but her. One day she was minding her own beeswax when somebody pushed her off of the cliff, but she had
Solitary
Pounding droplets beat on the car’s roof, ringing in the silence. Her almond brown eyes traced rain streaking on the glass. In the backseat, she was almost comfortable, though a bit too tall to fit. So, she lay sideways, humming faintly. She loved humming- as if to fill a void where people should’ve been. The girl
Monster
I am the last. I, Emlyn Parks, am the last person here. I was never meant to be; I was meant to leave, with the others. This part of me – the heart of my pain and loss – was meant to die. It should never have survived. I will not live long anyway. It