The world to Kieran Gilchrist had never made complete sense, even more so when he found his mum and dad stone-cold dead in their bed one rainy morning.

He wasn’t wanted in this country. But as a volunteer in the hospital, he could serve and he could belong.

It was the fifth day at her new school and ten-year-old Buseje hung her head as she settled down into her desk.

After the success of his first novel and the flop of his second novel, he knew he needed to write a compelling story or his publisher would drop him.

Inspired by a prompt from seasoned writer Ashley R. Lister, The Book follows the fortunes of John a keen bibliophile, but general failure at everything else. Over several days John finds his life intertwined with one very special piece of literature.

Husselbee cleared his throat, rapped on the glass, and told the woman in the green polo shirt he had murdered a man.

She returns to the kitchen and stops in her tracks. “Now, where’d I put the pork?

‘There’s magic on this island,’ said Gran as I stepped off the boat.

I need air... I need to breathe, or I'll die... Helena coughed uncontrollably, her chest felt like it was on fire, and she kept throwing up salty water.

Helen was born wrong. Her daddy wanted a son who'd grow up to take over the family manufacturing business. Helen didn't qualify. Mommy wanted a dainty little girl. Helen wasn't dainty.

It was impossible to miss. A blood-red diamond was flying in the sky, dipping and swerving with the wind. It was far outside The Hideaway walls, gliding high behind the tall, heavy gate, wind-beaten and soaring.

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

Mr. and Mrs. Whitaker next door were targeted the following weekend...

You have to play the cards you're dealt

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