Dreams.... art, dance and fleeting memories and music. That I can no longer make sense of. Maybe they never did. Maybe they don't have to. Yet, I've tried. Tried to peice them all together...to sew these.. endlessly t o r n fabric Into one.... But I can't. There was a time that I was sure that I had a name. Not anymore. Now here I lay, tired but more awake than I've ever been, attempting to sketch them out, perhaps on paper and to write them to those who can read. I now attempt to disclose my dreams of times I chased butterflies and the times they chased me. Because now all that I can do is dream. Only dream... Highest ranks: 12 in diary 5 personal narrative

To be pain free must be real blessing... For the 6 year old her father was a living nightmare. Especially after witnessing her father brutally murder her only close family member, her mother. She is left with no choice but to run away from her only home into the dreaded unknown world, lurking with demons and faes of all kind. But how long would it be before she realises not everyone she cares about truly has the best wishes for her? This story is inspired by the song 'Lily' by Alan Walker. Disclaimer: read at your own risk! This is not a live story.