They were listening.
Blood dripped down from my arms to my legs. I was bound to a pole in an empty room with nothing but a mirror to look ...
I crept silently through then corridor, the occasional creak of the floorboards abruptly halting me in my path. The...
They were listening. I wasn't worried though, It's not like I had anything important to say. Just knowing that they w...
My singing was awful. Didn't matter as the audience were drunk, I could see Lorna sticking her tongue down John's thr...
The lights dimmed. Mary-Rose, in her black-and-white jail-striped dress entered the stage from the left. My left, not...
She sang. Her beautiful voice rang out through the dense smoke in the room, pushing out into the ears, minds and hear...
Portraits
My life has always been a mess. First, my parents get into a big fight and are now divorced. Then I had no choice but...
It was his job to paint portraits of people. They'd give him huge sums to paint them. Just look in the mirror, idiots...
Whoever said a picture was worth a thousand words had never met Frank. The man had never met a camera he didn't lik...