Author: _daneangela

Dane Recaido (11) | STAFF REPORTER

A chill crawled down my spine as I fought back the burning waves of despair that weaved and encircled my heart. It took my breathe away, leaving a dull thrum of the lingering reminder of the loss I let slip through my fingers. I was powerless against it as I watched the burning flames engulf the building with unnerving restraint.  read more

Dane Recaido (11) | STAFF REPORTER

The jingling of bells reverberated softly around town. Faint beams of lights twinkled around the balconies of the passing houses. A flurry of snow blew in from the east as it gently blanketed the ground.  read more

Dane Recaido (11) | STAFF REPORTER

The stage was set.

Dancers were rehearsing while the backstage crew mounted props onto the cold brick walls. The floor was swept in wisps of glitter-encrusted cotton that was used to resemble the twinkling snow under a clear night sky. Painted wood was used to assemble the undaunting castle that settled directly centre of the stage.  read more

Dane Recaido (11) | STAFF REPORTER

My eyes slowly peeled open as the piercing rays of the sun shone through the draped curtains of my room. Sleep weighed heavily on my eyelids and my fatigued body refused to budge. Yet the loud chirping from outside is what pulled me from my slumber.  read more

Dane Recaido (11) | STAFF REPORTER

In one moment, my feet were firmly planted over freshly-cleaned hardwood floors and the next, a dusty outline of a window appeared below my feet and pulled me down. My hands stretched out, trying to grasp onto a ledge or even a crevice. But my body twisted and tumbled, seeming to bump into every invisible force in the abyss of blue that resembled the depths of the ocean.  read more