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...

My mind was moving faster than my body. I wanted to play in the swing so bad but my feet weren't moving fast enough. ...

I let out a heavy sigh as I stepped over the cobwebs, allowing myself to have a moment of preparation. The swing rock...

she couldn't do it. her moist, clammy hands clung to the wooden pole with vicious might as she drew in intermittent, ...