You must understand - it wasn't my fault. If only you would let me explain, then I can prove to you that I had no part in this. And even if I did, could you really blame me? I would say, completely honestly, that I had played my part well. What? No, that wasn't a confession. All I'm saying is, isn't it beautiful, what we have become? A million feelings knotted together into one, interlinked like daisy chains, that we tirelessly try to condense into words. Horrible. I don't

My name is Chris, or at least that's what’s written on the cover of my diary. I do not remember who I am or why I am here. When I woke up on the hard, rocky ground, this leather, unfilled diary was the only thing I was holding, together with a pencil. The year isn't noted on the front, back, or anywhere else on or in the book. I counted how many pages the book has, a hundred. “What the?” I look around the cave, still half sitting down. “Who the hell are you?” I am currently

Lara steadied her legs and rolled her neck. She glanced behind her shoulder as sparks flew from beside her, illuminating the side of her face. Concentrate, she reminded herself. ‘Flavus!’ she shouted firmly. Her voice echoed, joining the ever-growing crescendo of chants. Nothing emitted from the wand held aloft in her hand. She sighed. Her eyes turned towards her peers, all doing the same thing. She corrected her back in the same way their backs were arched. Legs three paces