Henry was distracted by Kevin and Jack, so he didn't see the pirate preparing to stab him too.

The fourteen year old had untied Henry and was now staring down at the man with terror in his eyes.

He would scuttle up the pathway every fortnight. Knock. Knock knock, I would sense the coded acoustics; a sly viper in the grass, my claws clasped the knob. The door knob.

Ant Hill P K Routray White ant, black ant and red ant minute creatures with many a variant. They make their dwelling places on their own

When it comes to selling you beer, I will sell you none. You have no identification and you look under twenty-one. You come here and try to buy beer every day.

Not sure if this poem will make any sense to the reader. I was a bit baffled by it myself. It just came to me.

The Pope sanctions a disasterous wankfest...

I woke up this morning to the reality that I was looking at someone else in the mirror, how long that slow change had taken I know not but when the walls came falling down and I stood there alone, col