TheHawksEye

When you're born, a lottery is made. Every good deed you do, your name goes in once. Every bad deed you do, a blank decoy is put in. This particular lottery is only drawn once you've finished and people start to add 'May they rest in peace' deferentially whenever they speak of you, not knowing that the lottery doesn't always end in restful peace. Of course, when I was walking along, humming a tune and wondering what if I should pick up anything for dinner or just get a takeaway, I had no idea that this lottery existed either. Why should I? I was alive, one hundred percent. I had just been at my sisters. She's pregnant and she press ganged

The Dead Man's Dance. A soldier shoves me up on to a platform and rips of the bag that served a blindfold. I am surrounded, by walls, and by people crammed like sheep into the small courtyard. Of course there are people. I was hoping it would be private but the crime for my sins is hanging, and a public one with lots of jeering at that. It's not often that someone does something as stupid as what I did, so the crowds are roiling like a storm. I scan the angry faces, and at the back of the crush I see her. So I stand tall; shrug the guards away for a moment, though they immediately grab my arms tighter. For her, I walk proudly to the noose

The Dragonslayer The dragon came a few weeks ago. Since then, there has been a look down on everything. We operate in the night, because although that is usually when the dragon is wheeling around the city, he cannot actually see us. The houses have shades over them, originally it was to cover the sunlight, but no we walk beneath them and the dragon does not know. We are running out of food. The farmers cannot grow anything, and the dragon regularly dives down and eats the cattle. We are living on what we already had, and we did not have much. We would all run, but there is nowhere to run to. We sent a messenger out, to ask for help from

31st October. Houses are being covered in fake spider webs, and skeletons are hung from doorways. Kids are trying on costumes and making sure the fake blood is dripping just right. The older ones are sneaking vodka in the punch, and trying on promiscuous costumes. And me? I'm out buying a replacement tiara for my sisters fairy princess costume after my Dad sat on the last one. I even have specific requirements; the plastic jewels must be the same colour as the dress, it mustn't be too spiky in case Lily hurts herself, and remember tiara, not crown. Is there even a difference? But instead of asking pedantic questions I put on my hoodie and