AETAS ANGELUS

B. Teenagers. Mark and I sat together on the floor of my bedroom with notebooks and english dictionaries laid in front of us with a small...

“BURT! BURT! WAKE UP MARK IS BACK!” I was jolted awake by our resident goblin man pounding their hand onto my chest. Apparently sleep had...

The morning was quiet, cold, and snow covered. I had been up before the sun getting the morning farm chores done with the plan of...

With a hunting knife in my pocket and a scarf around my throat, my nose reddened with the continually decreasing temperature. I began...

“I lost Marquis’s wallet,” I said aloud to myself when I sprung awake late that morning. Shit. There was no time to lose, I scrambled out...

The moonlight beamed through the sparsely leaved trees, interrupting our shadows in the mud with jagged and disorderly branches. I...

“You’re still doing archery Marquis?” Winfred asked as we walked into Mark’s house, the new guy glancing around the fairly cluttered...

“Lads, meet Winfred!” Mark said cheerfully, leading along the dishevelled man wearing a relieved smile, a mop of messy, golden, curly...

“Burton, you’re taking Thistle out with you?” My mother asked, approaching me as I tossed on my saddle, my feet squishing into the mud...