*Please note, this is written in the British style. ‘The house,’ said the estate agent firmly, ‘is empty.’ […]
Thud-thud. Thud-thud, go the new machines in the old factory. British engineering, the best in the world. Thud-thud. […]
Friday, Sept 1, 2017 Dear Diary, Stayed at Smokey’s for two hours. Not one hot guy showed up. […]
Marcia is almost motionless in bed. Sometimes it looks like she isn’t breathing but then he saw the […]
We persist. We sit quietly and wait for the rabbits. Hunger is a real pain that deeply effects […]
The cracks and fizzles of the car radio drowned out the voices—one male, one female, rising and dipping […]
“There are bones in the garden.” Lady Mordemag looked up from the table, her dark black eyes blinking […]
