Students arrive armed with instruments of war: Rubbers, rulers, pens and paper, WHSmiths is really a munitions store. They enter the classroom, an army of malcontent united in their mission:
Intense kisses linger like the warmth in the glowing embers of a once fervent fire on longing lips. Vivid memories caress the mind enveloping the seed of every thought in a burning
We all know that feeling when rushing, unthinking across the landing, the bedroom, up the stairs feet unguarded against unseen objects, protruding corners,