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The story - so fully realised that many took it to be true - of a young soldier who curses his country and is sentenced never to set foot in it again.
A young girl prepares herself for the return of her mother - a heroine addict, in prison since her daughter's birth.
They would have the time of their lives. A long time.
Two low-lives from the west go to New York with plans to relieve the fool inhabitants of their cash.
"What happened when all their illusions were stripped away and revealed for what they truly were?"
An unusually religious Duke gets tired of petty party politics and replaces the members of the Houses of Parliament with Angels.
A semi-barbaric king devises a semi-barabaric (but entirely fair) method of criminal trial involving two doors, a beautiful lady and a very hungry tiger.
Description of a dysfunctional family's evenings. Contains strong language.
Two soldiers speculate as to where the dead go the night before a battle.
That first night in the Lodge, I had the strangest dream, though I didn’t seem to be asleep. A weight was pinning me down, as if a creature were crouching on my chest.
A game of Scrabble has serious consequences.
A semi-barbaric king devises a semi-barabaric (but entirely fair) method of criminal trial involving two doors, a beautiful lady and a very hungry tiger.
“It’s always the same to begin with,” I said. “I’m on the beach. The sand is hot, the sun is bearing down. It makes the sand look white, like snow.”
We kept white feathers before exams or doctors’ appointments. Black feathers, of course, were warnings. We knew these to be facts, as empirical as science.
- Length: 18 pages
- Age Rating: PG
- Genre: Fiction
Joe had a bad feeling he’d need his gun before the night was over.
As if there weren’t enough problems on his plate, Mondriel had to go and stumble upon the biggest secret ever, didn’t he? The kind of secret that would turn the natural order of things on its head if it was leaked to a wider public.
Yesterday’s air sucked out, tidied and smoothed for re-use.
But in my head that summer before we moved into the town was yellow and purple and red and supremely happy
Truda paused at the gate and tried to calm her racing heart.
He sat on the bench. Their bench. And watched the birds. And remembered.
