He carefully applied the thick black eyeliner as his doting mother brought him a cheese sandwich. She asked him if he needed anything from the shops and inside he silently cursed her for loving him. How dare she and his father not have the good
Yes…yes, officer, I have been drinking… It’s my mate’s birthday. Well, I say my “mate”, he’s just a guy from work really, we get on okay, but I guess I probably wouldn’t normally choose to socialise with him. But, you know how it is when
Trapped in a box with a silent scream. Outside the city beckons but he dare not leave. Inside his heart bleeds. Three words said had drawn him here, So easily spoken but not meant. A promise made in words, And broken in deeds. Trapped in
Slam stepped out of the fresh, fragranced air of the spaceport on Nu-Vegas into the heavy, humid air of the pleasure planet’s central city. The air here had a metallic taste to it, as if it had been through the atmospheric filters a few thousand
The waves lashed against the rocks below the cold, concrete bunker as Fred and Norman kept watch throughout the night. Ever vigilant and ready to sound the alarm and defend the nation against the threat of German invasion, they were Britain’s last line of defense.
He was in the airport in Baltimore when he realised he’d been travelling for a full twenty four hours. He recalled sitting, hunched over his PC at home in England and thinking he’d got a great deal, flying via Iceland instead of direct. It had
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