bhs sixth form creative writing club

this is a collection of story's that was produced as a collaboration of the bhs sixth form creative writing group. we are a bit odd and they may not make much sense but that's just us.

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11. 28th january 2015

the woodland was dark and shadowy the storm of butterflies swirled through in a whirlwind of colour and blood, doom radiated scarlet light in the nights pale countenance. she crept through the trees like a cockroach. scuttling across burnished oak floors, edging forward taking shelter beneath the boughs of the leaf strewn branches. Why had the butterflies killed Lucy? what had possessed them? their teeth and poisonous tongues were vicious and dagger like when they spiralled out into the darkened night. Zara stopped, giving up after a few moments. The gore covering her elbow was sticky and had dried in patches. The world she had once known had vanished in a whirl of red winds. Now she was all covered in gunk from the minotaur. Yuck. minotaurs are just gross really, they always had a lot of blood and giblets.

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