Seed Special in partnership with Stokesley School, North Yorkshire:
The cold night bit at my flesh like persistent mosquitoes, silking their way up my sleeves. Blood turned to ice and hairs turned to thorns. Despite the bitter night, pitiful warmth was unearthed from somewhere internally. Was it the drowsy flora beneath my feet, the serene aroma bounding the moonlit woods - or something else?
Perhaps it was my ambition, after all I’d come this far. The feeling of accomplishment soothing the deepest wounds, swathing it with a bandage crafted by gumption.
A big thank you to Mr Adams from Stokesley School's English Department for inspiring his Creative Writing Club students to contribute to Seed.