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There was no sign of Mr Grant. No sign of anyone as a matter of fact. It was a miracle not to hear the TV blaring, to witness it in the state of off...

To the three guys in my life, The one I hate, the one I love, The one I can’t stop thinking of, To the three guys in my life… We were lovers in the...

‘That’s the author’s signature.’ ‘But how could that be?’ asked Alison. ‘Wasn’t Ernie dead before they printed it?’ ‘Yes, before they even agreed to...

I remember the time, who knows what age I was, but let's say I was a young thing, someone who would play happily by themselves outdoors, out there on...