The Group
I was born a junkie. Literally. Mum and dad were both addicts, inevitably I became one too, entering this world stoned and only shouting my first cry after being slapped a
The Enemy
Silently, I ran over familiar ground as I scanned the vacant buildings and empty streets. Each time I left, I had to go further, making my journey more dangerous. My eyes
Going to my funeral
Tonight, I’m going to my party with my rules. You could say it’s my funeral as I’ve left explicit instructions that there won’t be any kind of service once I’ve
Morgan: A Modern Day Fairy Tale
Morgan tossed her long dark hair in a rage as she slammed the solid oak door behind her. Feeling particularly malicious towards her brother, Arthur, she stomped towards his precious