They follow us everywhere. Waiting for us to make a mistake. They spend their time spinning the webs that will catch us. They don’t do it to protect us. Thy never wanted to protect us. They’ve grown too hungry. It’s an insatiable hunger that grows in the back of their minds. A hunger for control. A hunger for power. A hunger for suffering. The Arula people have lost their purpose of running the country. Keeping the country safe and hospitable for its citizens. Instead they spin lies and deceit. They would rather have money over a human life.

There was something wrong she could not decipher. Something wrong with her mother who worked for the Arula government. One night her mother did not return after working all day. She was worried. What could have happened?


I’m hoping to become a writer, playwright & novelist. I'm also considering becoming a Historian or librarian at this stage in life. I'm looking for opportunities in performance writing and publishing short stories in literary magazines. I study English and Creative Writing at university.