Gothberry-Curious

She licked her dry, chapped lips and forced her way through the many bricks and rubble that had locked her for so long in her prison, it was over and her aura needed recharging. She climbed out, unseen by her captor and stole away to a shaft of sunlight outside, streaming down from the heavens. The sun warmed her face and charged her aura to its full capacity. She was strong again. She came back inside and caught her captor unawares, a white flash shot through the air and hit her captor square on the chest, penetrating the skin and bone til it reached his heart, stopping it mid pulse. The room was tinged with the slight smell of fresh stra

She spent all afternoon picking out her outfit for the night. It came down to a red dress that showed off and emphasised the voluptuous curves of her body, the other was a black dress which could make any man bend to her will. It was a tough decision, showing off her body or bending men to her will, both were appealing in every way and both were things she loved to do. After much thought, she decided on the red dress, it was fiery and sexy, just like her personality. She readied herself to go for it was getting quite late; she slipped the dress over her head, letting it slide down her body like the graceful fall of a feather as it makes its

The way she danced made his heart sing. The way she lept through the air made his heart leap to, every spin she made was made with such control, she moved with such grace, rather like a swan gliding on water. He was struck with admiration and awe, as was the audience when she danced. She was the best of the best, a Prima Ballerina, but she wouldn't settle for anyone like him. He spent all his earnings on tickets just to watch her dance but he went broke in the process. One night, the first time ever, he couldn't scrape up the money to her new and final ballet. She was retiring and this was the last opportunity to watch her dance. He was abs

She crept out of the tunnel towards the harsh sunlight. Getting away from those 'cool kids' had been easier than she thought, almost too easy. Suddenly overcome by suspicion, she ran full pelt, ducking and weaving her way through the forest. A sharp crack cut through the dense air, making her skid to a halt in shock, her heart racing, the fear overcoming her. She tried to calm her breathing, and kept as still as she could. A dark shadow made its way towards her. Just looking at the shadow, being so dense and black, could give the illusion that you had gone blind. It's red eyes glowed and peered at her as she stood still, trying to blend

"I dare you to open it." "But why?" "Just open it, you know you want to." The box was tempting his every desire, but to open it, he knew it would cause great harm. The box was plain enough; made of solid wood, and the finish was a tad worn. Nothing about this box should have stood out, nothing about this box should have called to him. Wasn't it just an ordinary box? But then if it was, why did he want it, to open it, do discover what it held inside? "Open it," the girl repeated. "What's the hurry," replied the boy, for he liked taking time to admire and dream of what could possibly be held within this wooden frame. He ran his hand over

She opened her eyes but saw nothing. Had she gone blind? No. She could vaguely make out the shapes of bars as her eyes slowly adjusted to the gloom. And then it hit her. The stench was so overwhelming and ghastly and her eyes stung and started streaming. Breathing in made her gag with the effort of sucking in such thick and purtrid air. She shut her eyes, hoping to try stem the streaming and to stop the stinging; she tried to focus on breathing through her mouth, but the rancid air left a thick, slimy coating on the inside of her mouth, reminding her of the days her father used to blow cigar smoke into her face and watched her laugh as she

I breathe in the air filled with the sweet musk of wild English roses. This is my place, a place for solace, a place for relaxation and reflection. The coldness of the bench beneath me seeps through my excessive layers of winter clothing, it is not cold, but I am. I listen to the twitter of birds busily chatting in the trees, singing their songs, which bring such peaceful music to my ears. The wind rustles through the branches above me, creaking with every push the wind gives them, my hair flows around my face, whipping to and fro as the mode of the breeze changes direction. The sun is high in the sky, beaming down on the wondrous place I cal