• An example of some of my work as a writer.

Lily had been traveling for days, wandering through the barren wasteland that surrounded her. She had encountered a few mutated creatures along the way, but had managed to avoid them thanks to her survival skills and quick reflexes.

As she traveled further from her cave, Lily began to notice that the landscape was changing. The ground was becoming more barren, and the air was getting colder. The sky was darkening, and Lily knew that a storm was coming.

She had to find shelter, and fast.

Lily searched the horizon, looking for any sign of shelter. It wasn’t long before she spotted a small, dilapidated house in the distance. It was barely standing, the walls and roof caving in from years of neglect, but it was the only shelter in sight.

Lily ran towards the house, her heart pounding in her chest. She could hear the howling wind getting louder, and she knew that she was running out of time. She reached the house just as the storm hit, the wind and rain battering against her.

She pushed open the door and stepped inside, grateful for the shelter. The inside of the house was just as bad as the outside, with broken furniture and debris littering the floor. But it was dry, and that was all that mattered.

Lily sat down on a broken chair; her clothes soaked through. She listened to the howling wind outside, feeling grateful that she had found shelter. It wasn’t until she heard a noise behind her that she realized that she wasn’t alone.

She turned around to see a figure standing in the shadows, their eyes watching her carefully. Lily’s heart began to race, and she reached for the knife she kept in her pocket.

“Who are you?” she asked, her voice shaking slightly.