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Detailing the last days of the notorious drinker and homosexual Comte Ronald de Ronaldo Bonnefont.
On an island in a Nabraskan river, six boys build their last watch fire of the year and tell stories of extinct civilisations.
It was not without good reason that they called me the "Greyhound."
- Length: 10 pages
- Age Rating: PG
- Genre: Fiction
Threatening notes are sent to a brilliant inventor, apparently from a former rival for the affections of a young lady.
The last crime of the notorious thief Flambeau was a Christmas crime, a cheery, cosy, English middle-class crime.
The lives of a tramp and a handsome TV presenter intersect.
A old man adjusts to life after the death of his wife from cancer.
A fly-on-the-wall account of a futuristic Citizen Kane's busy daily routine.
First, they stood. Right beside each other.
“It’s in the air,” she said. “See?”
He looked, but he was either unsure or unwilling.
Their hands…weaved together…their bodies in the dance…their bodies rely on each other. I miss you. I miss when we could rely on each other. Us. A world in the world.
- Length: 2 pages
- Age Rating: PG
- Genre: Fiction
The rain fell on him as he died and kept on well after he was dead.
- Length: 20 pages
- Age Rating: PG
- Genre: Fiction
After lunch the family sat on the back porch chatting leisurely, watching who was walking down the street, and speaking to those they knew.
When I run, I leave the skin of my shyness behind, and I feel like a horseman on the Mongolian steppe, free, without boundaries.
- Length: 5 pages
- Age Rating: U
- Genre: Fiction
She’d so looked forward to her first Adult Education class for Memoire Writing and now she couldn’t get a single word down on paper.
When I was younger I fell in love with a performance artist. During these last decades, the interest in this particular performance art has drastically decreased.
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?
