“So, Mr McLaren, I hear that you’re an ex-Royal Marine. Aren’t you just a little shorter than regulation?” Major Allason asked. Standing in front of the Majors desk, five feet seven inches tall in his boots, Bruce struggled against the urge to come to attention. “I lied about my height, m’aam” he replied.

With help of a couple of emergency wind-up torches, Amber and Harry had quickly found the remaining children in the air duct - the echoing sound of the baby crying had made it simple.

Love _____ =Eternal soul

Foxes Smart, agile Running, barking, scavenging They are very quick Canine

Unproductive Writer's Syndrome. Apologies to the Manics.

A long time ago, in a chip shop far away, a tall being, dressed from head to foot in rather cheap-looking plasticky body-armour and a long black cape, was ordering cod, chips and mushy peas.

Well, it ain't cock robin!

A short story. Setting: pub in Ireland

Life...ain't no bowl of cherries.

I’m apprehensive every time before I take the test. I’ll be okay, I’m in my prime, just hoping for the best. Audaciously anticipate, today will be the day. Relying on the hand of fate