Recent content by Witrin

Erm, I shouldn't have said anything. I don't know why I did. But the person who told them confessed at some personal risk to the teacher and the Head teacher, and was believed.

"The yew tree groaned in a wind that augured snow and birds sang in the higher branches to coax Eleanor from her shell of light. An aril fell at her feet and glistened in the dirt: the ruby yew berry was a last lure to linger at the fire. The yew itself was ancient, and its wood appeared to be...

28 pages, 8000 words, Garamond Size 12, because it's eco-friendly and legible. :)

Well, now I wish I had thought of a binder folder. My journal is the conventional sketch/art book; and, when I handed it in, it seemed fit to burst with all the past drafts I had stapled inside it. Last line: "the sky shattered and reformed in whitecaps above her, as she rested on the cool...