Posted inCreative Hall Short Stories
The Blood of Ancestors
It has long been foretold that the blood of the Basque people, which holds a sacred power woven into their veins by the gods themselves, shall guard their land against…
Posted inCreative Hall Short Stories
Snowbound Spirits
As the sun dropped from the semi-permanent wintry sky, shadows dropped over Khaachylaana, cloaking her in darkness. The wind whispered, the cold air biting through her furs with razor-sharp teeth…
Brain Wipeout
I’m dead. I’m so so dead. Why me??? I stared at the thin stack of papers before me, scrunching my face as I furiously attempted to recall the answers while…
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Hawthorne Academy
Do not speak unless spoken to. Do not show weakness. Be the best in every aspect. These are just a few amongst the multitude of rules drilled into Maxine and…
Stall-ed: Unrequited Love and Unexpected Encounters
Some journeys take us far from home. Some adventures lead us to our destiny. ~ C. S. Lewis If life is a book that’s made of a series of choices,…
Posted inCreative Hall Self-help Short Stories
Dreambound
Rage, rage against the dying light. ~ Dylan Thomas I have a secret, one that you can only dream of. Or rather, you can only have nightmares about. Literally. Almost…
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Shadows of Life Amidst Death
Shadows can exist only in the presence of both light and darkness. To live in the shadows is to tiptoe on the fine line between the two. The wail of…
Memories of Lives Left Behind
When you have lived the lives that I have led throughout the aeons, you will learn to appreciate the perspective that is unique to death. I have walked closely with…
Posted inCreative Hall Lifestyle Short Stories
Dreaming to Escape Nightmares
Ahhh, this is the life. After a long and stressful week of battling for my grades, and more importantly, with my unwanted roommate, I’m able to relax with a calming…
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The Price of Love is the Pain We Suffer
Someone once told me that to live is to keep on fighting even when you’re tired, that each day brings its own joys. I don’t see it, though. Lately it…