‘Ok, here’s the problem with making giant wagers based solely on pride,’ Patrick Marber thought as he slammed his way through Clive Owen with the pneumatic accomplishment of a fuck-mental bullock, ‘when pride is all you’ve got, the wager never ends.’ Continue reading
He was always there, stitched into her memories. He was under her skin, behind her eyes, and slowly crawling down her spine. He was behind every closed door, and he waited patiently for her. She has always known him as Mister Hiss. Continue reading
The naked man was banging at their door, with wet bloody impacts.
“Is he one of Mr Conway’s?” asked Connie. Continue reading
“This isn’t beer,” whispered Rawbox almost to no one at all, “I have been betrayed.” Continue reading
Vanessa, Sarah, Susanne and Kate looked down at the half-naked body. Blood was pooling behind his perfectly-shaped head and his sapphire-blue eyes stared up at the ceiling. Continue reading
My pet rabbit is trying to kill me.
Every day he’s getting cuter and it’s really hurting my heart. Continue reading
My mother sits by the window, her head bowed, her breathing low and steady, her face relaxed and soft with peaceful sleep. The cool salt wind blows in from the sea, playing with her hair and worrying the candle on the sill. But it burns on. Continue reading
Space Mountain, thought Daniel, absent-mindedly pressing the point of his pen into the muscle between his thumb and forefinger. The dull pain was pleasant and he thought about going fast. He thought about the good kind of fear. Continue reading
“Oh dear,” the old lady whispered from her chair, her voice rough with smoke and hate. Sha’nonquia had just told Damien that the baby wasn’t his. Continue reading
The unbearable moist heat. Engulfing my head. Can’t breathe.
“Are we all feeling brave?” she coos.