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.

Kevin's dad is convinced that there's one weed spawning all the others in his garden and he just needs to find it.

The whole exospecimen idea started the night Moses Garcia was bitten by an echidna shrew in his sleep.

In the future, food is boring. Or, perhaps not.

For Arabella, Christmas gifts were not judged on how expensive they were. They were an insight into how well I really knew and understood her.

“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.

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.

He dances maida maida, like a butterfly around the candle.

She said she was crying tears of happiness. That’s when I learnt that happiness could make you cry too.

It was Christmas the first time they made love; he said it felt like coming home

"That tree," he says. "It's looking at me."

You have to play the cards you're dealt

How many people who turn on a light understand the generation of electricity?