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Adventure story following the circumstances surrounding the escape of a notorious prisoner from his Bermudan jail.
As I turned the page the edge cut my finger
Simon cried and cried, but the textbooks say you’ve got to let them.
- Length: 5 pages
- Age Rating: PG
- Genre: Humor
This world is so wrong, and we must make it right.
On the morning of the Naming Day, I am up early.
The target, the target. I had little to go on.
- Length: 16 pages
- Age Rating: 15
- Genre: Fiction
She looked at me with wonderful blue eyes.
Your thoughts trek to all the points of the compass, but still that twist eludes you
When he was only six years old his mother sent him to the mosque to learn the Quran
The tree stood at ten, maybe twelve feet tall, but as far as the boy was concerned, it might as well have reached the grainy, spring sky.
For my fifteenth birthday, Granddad took me to Brown’s.
The Neanderthal’s dog had been barking all day.
- Length: 6 pages
- Age Rating: 15
- Genre: Fiction
In thirty-eight years my writing on the labels had changed from big and wonky to neat and tiny.
Not even the best shepherd can keep his flock completely safe
The water is pink, the blood seeping into the crystals.
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.
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.
"It's at the ranch, on the other side of the farm, in those mountains. All we need to do is catch it. Can you imagine how much we can sell it for?
