5/7/16

An extremely miniature castle stood in the distance. The life had been drained from something much bigger. An ogre a giant or even a human.

When this event occurred brownies and dwarves were scattered everywhere. No one stood to protect the castle no matter how valuable any of the possessions were.

The sunlight glimmered and gave the castle light. The animals and the brownies and the dwarves all came back and life was restored.

But a disturbance became of the trees and the grass and the life of the forest.But the folk did not run. The end 

16/6/16

The stormed raged on and everyone was evacuated, or so they thought. A young boy with the body of an animal of some sorts was sitting, just sitting while everyone was leaving.

He wasn’t always this way, he was once real boy until he got cursed. Everyone says there is no such thing as fairies which is but there is such thing as cursors.

Anyway the lighthouse hadn’t much longer till the wind will knock it down and the boy sat feeling glum. The wind whipped at it and then he and the lighthouse were no more.

2/5/16

Mr Wolf waited for a bright red coat, the colour of blood so no one could tell whether the girl ever got hurt.

Not a sound could be heard in the forest. It doesn’t have a name for whoever tried never came back alive.

A girl with a coat the colour of blood was walking down a worn out trail. She wondered around in circles till she found she had made a hole. No life appeared to be inside so she crept further. A shape glowered in the distance.

Mr Wolf heard a sound and shot out…