The Imaginary World of Deone Kirk

Everyone always talks about how amazing it would be to fly through the air on the back of a Pegasus.  How romantic they’ll say.  The views will be beautiful.  The clouds will swirl up around you.  It will be simply magical. Why has no one EVER mentioned to me that it is TERRIFYING!  Here I am hurtling through the night on the back of what I can only described as a truly magnificent beast.  I think that’s what fooled me really.    The damn Pegasus is so utterly enchanting.  The clouds aren’t enchanting.  They are cold and wet and I can barely even see them we’re moving so fast.  I can make out the forest but given my precarious state it feels as though its a million miles away and that at any moment I will fall from where I am clinging on for dear life and smash into it in a bloody mess. I can almost hear you say what about the romance.  Am I not clinging to the gentleman driving this creature?  Well yes I am but that is only because if I were not holding onto him with every fibre

Trigger Warning:  Assault, gore and violence This day started out like any other but when it ended I was covered in blood. The attack came so suddenly that at first I thought it was a simple Tavern brawl that had gotten out of hand.  I was in the kitchen preparing the stew for the dinnertime run when I heard shouting and crashing from the bar.  From experience I knew to stay out of brawls.  Stephen will handle it and one of the bar girls will come in to tell me when it’s safe again.  I continued to methodically prepare the vegetables when I heard a scream from outside.  I froze for a second thinking I must have misheard but then a crash resounded outside.  I ran to the door and tried to push it open but it would only move a couple of inches.  Then a bloody hand flopped through the crack onto the floor.  There was something terribly wrong.  Now that the door was open I could smell the harsh scent of something burning.  I knew instantly it wasn’t a wood fire.  The aroma was di

By Deone Kirk For more than ten years Candice Holl was the brightest wherever she was.   In Primary School she won the award for academic excellence.   In high school she was the dux of the school as well as winning the prizes for English, Drama, Science and Mathematics.   The only black marks on her otherwise outstanding academic career was in the interschool debating competition.    The first year she participated when she was thirteen the battle was fierce.   In the final round it was between the St Martha’s school for girls which she attended and the Granston Grammar school for boys.   The boy’s arguments were passionate and brutal, but Candice felt as though they the girls were currently winning.   So, when it came for the final boy to speak Candice was quietly grinning and very confident of their victory.   She couldn’t have been more wrong.   The final boy destroyed the arguments of her team members, picked up the strongest point from his team and made a final confi