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...

They crouched to peer beneath the stairs, the grime and dirt on the old hardwood floor unsettling beneath their feet....

They crouched to peer beneath the stairs, their eyes reflecting the light like stars in the darkness. Not that anyone...

There was only a sliver of space between the floorboards and the door under the stairs. It wasn't even really a door....