Goodnight
“Isn’t it past your bedtime?”
The door creaks open and he’s there again, lurking in the shadows, his voice echoing in her bedroom.
“Please…please….I don’t…I can’t…”
But he doesn’t listen, he just steps in and closes the door.
Below is a collection of my creative writing pieces, of prose, poetry, essays and scripts.
“Isn’t it past your bedtime?”
The door creaks open and he’s there again, lurking in the shadows, his voice echoing in her bedroom.
“Please…please….I don’t…I can’t…”
But he doesn’t listen, he just steps in and closes the door.