The lamp grew dim. Shadows danced between the rays of light. A book opened despite there being no one to open it. Soon the shadows swallowed the book. Black ink began to spray into the light, covering the lamp. Basking the room into darkness.
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.