Wednesday, 2 May 2018


Sitting at the grave of my father, I stared through the misty darkness, guarding. Waiting. The crimson moon shone down, making the drenched ground look soaked in blood. I must have waited for hours before I heard the inevitable battle cry. "CHARGE!" A lumbering brute shouted, his vague outline visible in the twilight. Frantically, I prepared myself for the Great War my father had started, and that I would finish. The Normals never knew what hit them. My telekinesis smashed through their brains, killing them instantly. Finally, the Abnormals were free to rule the Earth, as nature intended, once more.

1 comment:

  1. Hello Clare,
    This is wonderful writing. (Showcase material!)
    Excellent use of imagery and sophisticated language take me not only straight to the scene, but into your mind as well; your telekinesis at work on me too perhaps. :)
    Thanks so much for sharing. I shall look out for your future work.
    Jackie (Team 100WC)
    New Plymouth
    New Zealand