chapter six: ready, steady, Fangio...

The muscle memory of her embrace still clings to your thoughts when the thumping sound of the bass shakes the window and you look across to a white Vauxhall Calibra full of what used to be teenagers b

Wednesday Was Very Odd

“Arsinoe. Ars-sin-no-way.”

THE CRUSH

"Chantelle," my boss said. "Could you type up a report on the traffic situation down at Marley Street by Monday, please?" "Yes, boss," I said, watching him walk away.

crossworlds A Quest for the truth

When Melissa's father goes missing unexpectedly she searches for truth, Suddenly finding herself in another world she finds the answers she has been desperatley looking for

Prostitution

Tales of Prostitution in the modern world. What is prostitution?

My First Dilemma

On one hand, my mother’s father, dapper in his mason’s sash and apron, ball-bound. On the other, all these restless Platos.

Not That Kind of Girl

“I’ve never done it with three boys before,” she said. Her eyes begged me to believe her.

It was her, wasn't it? (Inspiration point).

Inspiration point meets Love Story meets mystery.

Nature Praises Him - a poem

Nature knows it belongs to God.

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