It’s true, I stand by this statement, all teenage girls really do write bad poetry. Okay, perhaps I should refine…
We’ve been tracking this low life drug dealer for the past two weeks, hoping he slips up. Today my partner…
She had a nasty scar across her left wrist as though she had slashed it repeatedly some time in the…
That’s what she called butterflies. ‘Flutterbys.’ Every single time. In a kind of lisping voice. ‘Oh, look at the pretty…
‘Oh dear,’ my young GP said to me. ‘It would appear from the results that you are quite dead.’ I…
My eyes have always been sensitive to light. It hurts. From a very young age I wore special glasses with…
There was blood on the ceiling. My blood. My brain refused to believe it. My brain had retreated from the…
Isn’t it always the way? You meet a guy. He seems nice. Sweet. You go on a couple of dates.…
The door opened. Silence descended. This time the sergeant had a little old lady with him. Hat and glasses, clutching…
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He was deposited along with the others in a large, tiled basement. They were told to form a line, then…