To my loyal friend Harriet,
                                            I can no longer take these false accusations. Like you said, that malodorous vermin has framed me-no one believes me. I appreciate your time in writing to me; they blamed me for such a callous crime. Me and my family's reputation is tarnished because of that scorny Dumpstone.


Consequently, the demonic plan they concocted had become a success. I am living in isolation and humility is carrying a burden upon my shoulders. Surely you believe me, Harriet? Do you really think that I, your trusted friend, would do something so heinous to one who is so close to me? My integrity has never been questioned before! Do you really want to know the honest truth?


I find it very hard to tell my version of events as the pain is still very raw. Dumbledore had summoned me to the tower top and I followed, heart beating fast. Somehow I felt that someone's eyes were fixed upon me and piercing my skin(it might have been Dumpstone's!) My wand had slipped out so I knelt down to pick it up but then I heard a piercing scream. A vague figure was standing there sniggering with mischief. Dumbledore was gone! As far as I can remember, as soon as I turned, the crowd of shocked people were standing there in utter awe. Wafts of smoke and flames appeared and the looming figure swept away, disappearing into thin air. The event is still engraved in my head and a question is still unanswered... WHERE IS DUMBLEDORE????


From then on, everybody was staring at me, giving me looks that made me feel uncomfortable.


TO BE CONTINUED...

1 Way Home

Weeping in dismay, the boy called Shane grabbed everything he could and shoved it into a small petite bag that was enough for him to muster. "I have to run! But I can't. I have too..." he mumbled to himself, as a blizzard of questions raced through his head. In a blur, the despondent boy sprinted out the door without a care in the world. With a sudden screech, an unsteady car almost stumbled to a halt, as the frantic boy hectically waved his hands in the air like a mad man.

Eventually, he stopped dead. Tap, tap, tap. His eyes flickered and a dominant figure appeared before his eyes and turned out to be three hideous gang members. Anxiously, he seeked for a peaceful sanctuary but in the gloomy alleyway everywhere was danger.

As thoughts were no hope, the boy called Shane momentarily realised that his death bed was awaiting him! "Oi you...Give me some cocaine!" the leader of the gang demanded. Perplexed, Shane looked around feeling deep sorrow for himself. Looking back up he saw one of the gang members lifting a gun up to him helpless self. "Gimme some money!" shouted the man with his eyes fixed upon the boy.

"I'll shoot you." he mumbled, so Shane could not hear. Crunch...He heard something beyond the river of lights. With fear he prudently turned his head to see a shadow of dripping blood.
Bang...

0 Macbeth setting

Crisp leaves shriek and shiver in a cold rush of agony and pain. The crystal moon squeezes its plump self through tiny spaces between the pencil thin trees. Sequin stars shimmer in glory, as the crowd of rocks stare in utter amazement. Swiftly, the azure river rushed through, bathing in the illuminated light, emphasizing the darkness. All became silent as the wind howls in fury and the forest etches away, afraid, as it circulates the labyrinth of death. Blood stains the marsh ground like a permanent stamp and no one is safe... Deadly snakes coil around crackling branches, advancing in eerie sounds like miserable spirits. The deceiving path whispered, tempting victims...