The Cellar- Chapter 1 This is based on a true story experienced by my bestfriend's family! The dim bulb that lit the room with dull light flickered as I squeezed my eyes shut trying to sleep. I tried so hard but it was as if I could not stop my body slowly getting up from bed and stumbling to the door that screeched open onto the darkened hallway. A breeze rushed past wrapping itself around me sending a chilling shiver up my spine. I was here now. The cellar door loomed in front of me and I spent every second of my #life dreading what would come next, what I knew would come next. We were that sort of family, that everyone viewed as perfect; A happily married couple with their two delightful daughters... I can tell you now, it could not be further from the truth. In fact, as I write now, I can hear my mum and dad in the middle of another blazing argument and my sister is nowhere to be found as usual. It's the summer holidays year of 1977 and to be honest... I can't wait to go back to school. Brushing out my curly brown hair I glared anxiously at the clock; 11pm on the dot and I could hear my mum and dad snoring from the room next door. The house creaked and groaned in the summer breeze, it was a very old house, in fact it was at least a century, I had spotted a book in our library titled 'History of Clark Manor' and I made a mental note that if the nightmares got worse I would read it. But I knew they weren't nightmares... It was real and I knew it was about to escalate and nothing could be done about it.

When They Go All there is... Shock Can't feel a thing All there is left... Memories But memories fade.

19 Minutes To Save A #life Chapter 2 Her frail body was collapsed amongst shattered glass and rubble, yet she looked so peaceful. Paramedics were suddenly at the scene, swarming round like bees, they grabbed her body and began to pick her up but I knew it was too late. "Stop..." my voice came out as a hoarse whisper "Stop! Stop Please!" I yelled. One of the paramedics turned and glared "There is no time! Her heart is failing and we need to get her oxygen quick or she mi-" he trailed off too busy with the more important task of saving her #life. Adrenalin pumped through my body and the room spun as if I was on a roundabout. In my mind, I knew she was going to die. "her heart is failing? Take mine! Take my heart!" I was screeching now. "No. Then you would die" sighed the paramedic dismissing me. "I died a long time ago!" My voice surged across the platform in a trembling boom and everyone around stared at me for a brief second before continuing to run away. I had gone crazy for a girl. Mad for a stranger... A dying stranger.

19 Minutes To Save A #life (I'm just making this up as I go along) Chapter 1 I had always been afraid. Afraid of spiders, heights, dark, the unknown and most of all... Death. All around me, London underground had been transformed into a vision of Hell. Before the bomb dropped, I had felt a churning in my stomach. Anticipating the unknown, like when you are watching a horror film and you know the killer is going to jump out at any moment. I managed to stand up and winced at the sound of roaring metal. Screaming, praying, wailing, crying, sirens, moaning, calling, running; the sounds rattled through my ears as the stench of death seeped into my nostrils. I felt like I was swimming in the darkness, my body breaking the smoky air as if it were water... Black, ash filled and murky water. It had been a normal, boring day. I was the average male office worker, or should I say ex- office worker. I had been sacked from my job and was on my way home early to my grotty apartment; no money, no job, no family, no love, no #life. I stumbled across the platform and saw her, illuminated by the harsh glow of my I-phone torch. An angel trapped in Hell. To be continued...

Music Harmonies sweep over me, Like gentle waves. Melodies trickle through my ears, Like sweet syrup. Lost in music, Time stops, Ticking clocks replaced, By the energising beat, Earphones in... Goodbye world.