Certificate 15

I’m at the closest thing my rural high school has to a counsellor, Mr. Hawkin. I’ve seen him draft an email in my presence and according his...

The lightning crackled overhead, momentarily illuminating the coal black sky. This darkness in which we resided had lingered eerily in the sky for...

New York, September 1930, A PI, an aristocrat, and a young woman who doesn't want to be the Grand Duchess Anastasia. What could possibly go wrong? Picture: Pixabay Creative Commomns.

When I first met Paul he was a quiet, shy and polite kid, well turned out by his rather elderly parents. But still waters run deep and things changed...