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Challenge - 'Storm'Dark clouds slide quickly across the sea, turning the water dark and menacing as the last sparkles of sunlight twinkle out.
Wind gusts, suddenly chill, up the rocky cliff, heralding the oncoming storm. Gulls and corvids ride the turbulence, wheeling overhead, delighting in the updrafts. Are their harsh cries a warning of what is to come?
The wind drops to an unnatural calm.
Rain arrives, sudden and hard. Like icy spears it strikes the skin and pierces right to the soul. Like a curtain drawn across the world, the rain blocks all from view. All sound but that of the thundering rain is erased.
Where are the birds now? Have they sought shelter, or do they fly above the tempest?
The wind turns the rain sideways. Skin so numb with cold, the torrents of water are barely registered. Rivulets snake away towards the cliff edge, throwing themselves over in cascades.
Suddenly the rain eases, the dark clouds part. Sunbeams sweep across the ocean turning it to beaten silver, casting the c
Challenge - 'Magic'"Morgan wait!" Aislinn called out as her older brother vanished through the gap. She looked left and right, up and down the street before reluctantly heaving herself up the crumbling brickwork and through the ivy draped hole.
"We shouldn't be here." Aislinn whispered as she dropped down beside Morgan who was waiting at the base of the wall.
"It's empty, no one will know." Morgan protested as he peered through the bushes at the house. "Besides, aren't you curious?"
Aislinn was curious about the big old house that stood half hidden behind the tall wall at the end of their estate, but she knew it was wrong to go into other people's houses too, even if they were empty.
"You're not scared are you? You can run home if you want but I'm going in!" Morgan looked at her, daring her to leave, Aislinn knew he'd tease her for being a scaredy cat for months if she bottled out now.
"Maybe just a quick look then." She said.
Morgan grinned and stepped out of the bushes.
The house might be unoccupied bu
Challenge - 'Reflection'This job was only supposed to be temporary, but she had been here three years already. At first she used to go home and spend her evenings painting in her little attic flat, working long into the night, creating wonderful things. But as time passed, one day seemed to blur into the next. She lost the inspiration to paint; the tedium of her day job seemed to suck all the energy from her.
It was tedious work. Any school drop-out could have done it. And it was ultimately pointless. The data entered would serve no greater use to science or culture. It would just tell rich greedy corporations how best to market their next product and make them richer and greedier still.
She had spent years at college, worked hard, got good grades, and for what? This wasn't what she had dreamed of; this wasn't where she was supposed to be. Sam looked across at Riita on the desk opposite. Riita glanced up from her typing and smiled at her. But it was a sad smile, one of sympathy. Riita was in her forties, she
Challenge - 'Imagination'How long had I been sitting there, staring out into the garden. The fresh green light flooded the room filling me with anticipation. It was still early. I felt restlessness flood over me like sunlight breaking from behind the clouds. I wanted to go, I needed to go.
I stood and shrugged on my coat. I felt in the pockets, a handkerchief, the crumbled remains of some dry leaves I had forgotten about, my wallet, a handful of mint humbugs, nothing more. I stepped out of the French windows into the enveloping green of the garden, and didn't look back.
A train rushed through the station, metallic thunder of iron on iron filled the building. A blast of cold wind jolted my senses. I had a ticket in my hand, I didn't remember buying. It didn't matter; it would take me away from here. Ever further away.
The platform was gloomy and barren apart from a young couple, standing by a pile of cases, and a porter, hunched into his collar, trying to avoid a chill. Even before my train pulled in, every sec
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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