Works written by students during the Creative Writing Studies.
Loud thudding echoes through the wooden floor,
I won't lie
I have been working as
The house stood alone near the forest,
Bounce−bounce−bounce.
Loud music continued to play inside the house,
-So… Sandra… How did it happen?
At first, the house was completely quiet.
She is infuriating.
Dorian had never feared the sound of steel before.
