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An insight into perhaps the strangest instance of marital delinquency on record.
At night, under the shadow of of a great mountain, a family receive a visit from an emotional stranger.
I wondered if there was a used-teeth store I could recommend to get these guys geared up and ready for caramel apple season?
These things do not happen to the dead, she told herself.
Ideas. That was what it was all about and all it was about
- Length: 6 pages
- Age Rating: PG
- Genre: Fiction
Your thoughts trek to all the points of the compass, but still that twist eludes you
Once again I cursed to myself the idea of having planned this writing course
The Neanderthal’s dog had been barking all day.
- Length: 6 pages
- Age Rating: 15
- Genre: Fiction
His watch was a large, solid Breitling which he wore in defiance of all the advice he’d been given...
"He couldn’t understand why I wanted to leave the capital to spend New Year’s Eve in a second-rate resort town. We were looking for the sky, I explained."
Top-secret, high-tech rocket science devolves into a primitive situation on a stretch of Alaskan highway. Nature’s still stronger than we are, in a fair fight.
Sometimes a scarecrow is just what's needed.
Jocantha decides to share her happiness with the less fortunate through a spot of afternoon philanthropy.
An absent-minded old lady forgets where she left her niece.
Lady Drakmanton comes up with an unorthodox way of dealing with the miserly Misses Smithly-Dubb.
A game of Scrabble has serious consequences.
“Go to Goldman’s Greenhouses. Joseph … will start you … at a buck sixty an hour.” His lungs empty of smoke, “Go talk to him. He’s your uncle. He’ll hire you.
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.
My mum is the undisputed tea-drinking heavyweight champion of the world… or at least the whole of South Lexington Avenue.
Shepherd's family made money by being outlaws. Well, outlaws in the governments' eyes.
"Damn thing," old Ernie muttered, glancing up from his laptop. He reached out to shut off the annoying noise but noticed the call was from his area. This was unusual.
The cozy brick bungalow stood on a short lane of similarly modest houses with a small, mostly overgrown park at the far end and an intersection leading to Darlington High Street.
The spark of his life was fading, but his mind was still sharp, and his memories cocooned him.
Olly Rice had given his life to literature, but what had literature given him? A wound in the head that oozed something worse than blood or brain matter.
Dessie O'Connell was 6 feet 3, thick of bone, and naturally muscular. Unlike almost all of the actors with whom he'd first competed for parts, he hardly needed to work out in order to resemble a Hellenic god.
