UK based architect & artist. I'm now beginning to explore my imagination through creative writing. I hope you enjoy my journey.
1 Ethan’s heart skipped a beat as a harrowing scream ripped out across the quarry, echoing eerily around its slab sides.
Only Molly’s rose-tinted nose was visible from the olive-green cocoon of her sleeping bag. Deep in the forest, no tent marked her camp. Instead, she nested in a deep hollow inside an enormous standing dead oak. One of many such trees holding sentry around a small hillock.
Shadows lengthened relentlessly, as they moved quickly and quietly through the trees. The setting sun teased them with the false warmth of its amber glow. While the frost filled air nipped at the exposed orbits of their eyes, gathering on their eyelashes in sharp fronds.