Chapter 1 : A Short Story

“Good book?” I ask, examining the cover, The Glass Castle, the cover is all ratted up and looks as if it's about to fall off the book.

As they proceeded to walk down some halls that seemed to last forever and after a while they approached a room that looked like a cell. The cell was a red room with a low drooping roof, cracked walls and floors, various small creatures dotted the room's corners, a caged window, to the right a bathroom, and in the middle, is a neatly kept queen sized bed with a red cover and pillows.

"Here," a voice said behind me and I jumped in fright, almost dropping the plates. I couldn't even begin to imagine the trouble I would be in if I broke something. The plates were taken from my hand and put in the sink to be cleaned. It was the girl with the fiery red hair and leafy green eyes. She turned to face me and stuck out her

"So, where are we?" I fell to the ground, annoyed. "You said that without knowing where we were going?!" Madam Red yelled, saying exactly what I was thinking. Ciel explained to us what this place was, but I didn't really listen. None of us made a move to go inside. "Well.." I murmured, opening the door. Inside was spooky and creepy. Webs everywhere, centipedes crawling on the roof, it was certainly a creepy place. I leaned against something I couldn't make out,

“I think I know where that is...” she mused and turned around to leave the padded room just in time to see the door slam shut! She raced forwards but she heard the three clicks-there

The faint rolling sound and rumble soon stopped, staring straight ahead, his blurred vision adjusts to dim lighting. Abram knew whatever it is, it stopped in front of those steel doors! An electrical blue light consumed the outline of the doors, blazing violently, feeling a slight shock as the currents diminished his fear

I uncrossed my fingers and read through the first page, which was handwritten in calligraphy.

Here in this cell, he can hear the water churn and fall past the opening, it’s soothing in a manner that takes away from the pain in his gut. He carves his own mark in stone with his eyes. A figure eight pushes him into a trance like state, the rhythm broken only by the sound of a clanking chain on his prison bars.

You may be wondering how my book cover has anything more to do with the book

“...yes, sire.” The jester quickly lit the torch, and lead the way into the cavern. It was dark, but the torch made it light enough to

Suddenly, loud running noises sounded from the outside. The door bust open and a blur of black and white ran in. Sliding

“Look, just come with me. I run a safe haven in the forest. I’ll explain when we get there!” Said a small female peaking out from behind an oak tree.

"Yeah Jules... It is." She replies smiling as she sneaks her way into the back.

“The door of the jail being flung open from within, there appeared, in the first place, like a black shadow emerging into the sunshine, the grim and grisly

The walls are closing in tightly like an unbearable box emerging smaller by the minute. The deafening silence is reverberating. My squared cell is old, rusty and empty, no feeling and no emotion. The gigantic, washed out, plain walls loom over me like a furious tiger isolating its prey. The echo of my voice is compressing between the speechless, enormous, grey painted walls. My cell is a cold, barren, frightening desert at night. These endless walls are the only barriers between me and freedom. As I am staring from the corner of my cell, the pale light is flickering while moths are surrounding it finding the only hope left in the prison. The shade of the dim light gradually enters from the tiny window which reminds me of the last day which I spend with my friends.