The Stalker

by: Isla Hugh

I walked through the alleyway, my shoes were wet, soaking my feet to the bones. The rain is falling heavily, plummeting straight towards the slowly watery pathway. The droplets of water blurred my glasses, but I can still saw the retreating figure in front of me, walking in a steady pace, shielded from the dropping rains by a black umbrella.

I fastened my pace, catching up with the figure, my whole body shook, due to the chipping cold weather and nervousness.

Yes, I was nervous.

The figure in front of me turned to the left.

I followed her.

She turned to the right.

I copied her movements.

But, I am not a stalker.

I just wanted to keep her safe.

A tale by an unknown writer

by: Elle

A tale was written long time ago

By a writer whose name is unknown

Calling himself the greatest writer of the century

Dusk was when the story started

Emmet was the name of the protagonist

For he sought the happiness in his life

Going from one city to another

Having the greatest adventure in his life

In the middle of the road, he met a beautiful lady

Just before he wanted to stop searching

Knowing this might be the last chance for her happiness too

Lyra accepted Emmet proposal

Many years had gone

Neither lived a happy life

Obsessed with perfection

Prevented them from seeing the best in each other

Quarrels and arguments were their daily treats

Ruined their moods and wounded their hearts

So one day they decided to be apart

Truth be told they missed each other’s presence

Until they crossed their path once again

Visible to their eyes the perfection was when they had each other

Whew, I don’t know how to end the story with only three letters left!

Xyst is where I shall rest my mind

You can complete this story how you like it to end

Zillion of thanks for reading till the last line!