Angel.

I wake up, sweating profusely, my pillow’s drenched. How did I not wake up sooner? It’s always the same but today’s different. David is sound asleep next to me, his body heaving up and down. It’s always the same nightmare, over and over and I always wake up sweating ,crying. It’s always messy. I head...

Rosie

She turns round looking for whoever called her name out loud, no one is in sight, another product of her wild imagination, she thinks to herself and shrugs it away. She was not one to be afraid of the dark. She loved the dark, the mystery that hung limply in the air ,with the sound...