The shadow giant is not like a fake nightmare giant. It is not the type of giant you hear in children’s stories and it is definitely NOT a myth.

Would you be able to sight a shadow giant lurking around in the deep depths of the world? I did not think so, they are nearly impossible to be sighted due to how they can appear and then disappear within seconds. They feed on the darkness and hunt at night… that may be why there are many, many reports of people missing. Have you ever wondered why so many people are missing within each day? Well now you know. They have teeth sharper than a utility knife; pink eyes that seem to shine in the night; different stages of corruption; 14m tentacles for arms; eyes with the star of david.

At sunrise they rest inside of anything hollow, ranging from trees to mostly anything. Sometimes they even hide inside the corpses of living things but on the other hand they roam abandoned places and streets.

Their daily diet is usually mammals like rabbits, wolves, sheep, foxes, badgers e.t.c. That’s not the end of their diet, they also eat plant based food such as wood anemones, primroses, red champion, foxgloves, erythroniums, sweet woodruff, wood sage, ferns, solomon’s sea andIvy.

You might be thinking this might be a myth… Well, you are very very wrong. The next time you want to take a stroll through the woods, especially at night, make sure to think twice before your family gets a file report about your missing existence.

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“OH NO OH NO!” Tim started to panic at the thought that A.J. was going to get mauled to death by Tukuta, soon enough A.J. returned and questioned him on why he was crying and responded that he just stubbed his toe, A.J. and Tim’s belly were both hungry and as they trekked down the stairs their tummies rumbled  with rage as it begged for food. They both scanned the kitchen for food, five minutes later Mr Xavier arrived home and said that he had pizza, at the word pizza the boys both came rushing towards Mr Xavier and searched him for the pizzas. He then told the boys that he was going to put the pizza in the oven and in the meantime the kids could go play, they both thanked Mr Xavier and sucried off to play. “Kids these days are always full of life.” Tim went into his closet and brought out a game, it was his marble game they both had no idea how to play so A.J. went back into Tim’s closet looking for another game.

As A.J. checked the closet he spotted the mice and let out a mid-loud scream, Tim asked him what was wrong and A.J. said that he saw some mice and banged his head. He had forgotten all about the mice Tim started to worry what Mr Xavier was going to say so Tim had no choice but to bring the mice out and introduced them to A.J., he awed at how cute they were despite how he squealed when he first met them they soon both got the idea of checking if the pizza was ready or not but before they left Tim announced to A.J. that he was to not talk about the mice, not even Mr Xavier

Eventually, Mr Xavier called the boys down for dinner as the pizza had finished cooking, Tim shouted back that he was coming down soon but then Mr Xavier said that it was Hawaiian pizza which was Tim and A.J. ‘s favourite food. A.J. dragged Tim down the stairs when Mr Xavier announced it “Bring the mice down too” at that,” Tim and A.J. both exchanged looks and both were nervous, Tim took the cage and they both walked down the stairs and to the kitchen. Mr Xavier took the cage from Tim and placed it in the centre of the table.

“But what about A.J? He now knows that we have mice.”

“Oh I know, he knows, you hid them in the closet.”

“How did you..”

“It’s quite obvious you have a lot of stuff in there so you used it to hide the mice in the closet, Now, let’s eat.” Tim’s brain shushed with loads of thoughts for just a split second because at that moment the most terrible thing happened.

They heard banging from the room that A.J. entered and then a big boom.

“Well kids I hope you enjoyed that story, cause that all happened 94 years ago.” Tim gave a little chuckle, “My old pal A.J, I let him keep the mice for his kids and I got new ones… Now he is dead.”

The End

Tim, a young 8 year old boy, was forced to move out of his home by a war. He hated the idea of leaving his home but he had no choice – it was for his safety. And now he was already in a new home; there was no going back, it was too late. He was living with Mr Xander in the meantime and was instructed to sleep in the empty storage room under the stairs. It was a little bit cramped but at least he had somewhere to stay. He had three meals a day and they had to be eaten in the kitchen on the dining table. But the one thing Tim would always wonder is why the stove looked really unpleasant.

Tim was enrolled in school a few days later. He really did really well in school and became one of the top students in the entire school (mainly because back at home he was in one of the top schools.) He had classes like math class, English class, science class and many more others too. He had a few friends who he would play with at break and lunchtime and he sat in the third row of his classroom. Once he arrives home he has to do a few things; he has to wash the dishes, fold the clothes, sweep the floors and lay out his bed – if he is lucky enough Mr Xander may do some of his work or all of it!

One night Tim decided to explore the house a little more and found out that there was a door, a door he had never seen before, a door with loads of chains over it. The door… the door which he soon found out he was never allowed in. Tim began to have a million thoughts rush into head like, what is behind this door, why is it here, does fate lie behind this door? ”Tim”, shouted Mr Xander, Tim froze where he stood, “TIM” Mr Xander boomed as he came rushing up the steps. By now Tim would have wet his pants but he was so scared he nearly forgot how to breathe, “Tim what are you?-,” Mr Xander spoke, “GET AWAY FROM THAT DOOR!!!” “That door is for you to never enter, you hear me?” he continued. 

Tim was sent straight to bed after that but first he wanted to have a bath and so he did. But as he got out and put his clothes on he went straight to bed and heard weird sounds coming from the door. The questions in his head came back like a bullet and he had to get them answered so he got up and walked through the gloomy hallway, all the way to the forbidden door that seems to have grown in height, but it did not matter him and so he entered and saw something that would traumatize him forever.

Dear Mother,

I am writing to inform you that I am safe and I have arrived at my destination. The journey was really rough and long as the train would move really slowly, it was the most frightening experience ever. I was so tired and hungry there was nothing to eat. But we eventually arrived but I got so bored waiting for someone to choose me I started to think that I will never leave this place but I did and it still took a long time to get out.

In the meantime, I will be staying with Miss Miller (AB Aberdeen Scotland countryside) at her house. She gave me some new clothes to wear; made me a hot meal; gave me a wash; brushed my teeth (even though I am able to brush my own teeth, she insisted). I also got a hot cuppa from her and everything was going well. We got along really really well. 

Her house was nice. She gave me a room where I could sleep and there are loads of toys to play with, new clothes, good food and warm water to bathe in. She has a basement and a backyard where she grows plants – like apple trees. She allows me to pick some apples then collect some wheat so she can make apple pie. She also grows loads of other plants and fruits.

Miss Miller turned out to be engaged to a man called Sam (I did not like him at all he was a bit rude to me but of course I stood my ground). All he did was boss Miss Miller around and never did anything except eat and sleep. I was so angry at him I just had to do something Miss Miller deserved better. So what did I do well, I did what Dad taught me. I kicked his butt -but not literally- I actually scared him off by acting weird he had enough and they broke up. Miss Miller was relieved and happy and so was I.

The countryside I’m in is called Grotes. It’s really peaceful and we live near a village which Miss Miller allows me to go to, it’s not too big nor too small and there are lots of people to play with. I get sent on errands to buy more seeds, bread, pasta, all that kinda of stuff. There’s a huge tower clock which reminds of London and Big Ben back at home. Where Miss Miller’s house is here are loads of trees and grass and pretty flowers.

And before you start worrying about my education, yes I am going to school, Breightmet Primary school. It’s a bit spacious, not too big, not too small and there are six classrooms for year 1-year 6. I really like that school, at lunchtime and break time where we can play games and have fun. I am the top student in my class, I have 1 friend called Daniel and we are best buds.

I pray every night for all of you (and the King) to be safe. Once again I am safe, having a great time. I really really really really really really miss you and can’t wait to see you again.

Your loved son (and favourite),

Dameon 🙂

Sleeping creature in the corners of the boat, dark at night, fast asleep. Except one,the owl, the one with a razor sharp beak. The one whose eyes illuminate in the deep depths of the scotch mist. The one whose beak slices through cold air as it stays on watch of the sail. Swoosh! Swoosh! The bowl cradles the animals to sleep as the mist illuminates- blinding light bounces off the boat. As shooting stars fly through the night, the boat is filled with animals that are yet to arise. The wavy lines on the bowl streak around itself as it moves at a steady paste with bright, shining lights that lights the way through the dark gloomy sea…