Her body was sharp and angular, crafted from triangles and lines, her posture immaculate and unfaltering. She was the perfect puppet, a combination of delicacy and wit, equipped with the nimble, pale body of a child and the plump lipped, rounded face of a woman. Shockingly white locks spiralled from her scalp like a waterfall, picking up strange tones of light from the glittering chandelier and c...

it was under the impalpable deep emerald water that her sanctuary grew. A kingdom of silence, a part of the world that belonged only to her, a tangle of secrets and vines. Water ran across her arms and pooled at her feet, it took up little nooks and crannies sprouting unusual blooms about the place, it wriggled into the cracks between rocks and grew mould at the foot of each stalagmite. Dried herb...

it was under the impalpable deep emerald water that her sanctuary grew. A kingdom of silence, a part of the world that belonged only to her, a tangle of secrets and vines. Water ran across her arms and pooled at her feet, it took up little nooks and crannies sprouting unusual blooms about the place, it wriggled into the cracks between rocks and grew mould at the foot of each stalagmite. Dried herb...

it was under the impalpable deep emerald water that her sanctuary grew. A kingdom of silence, a part of the world that belonged only to her, a tangle of secrets and vines. Water ran across her arms and pooled at her feet, it took up little nooks and crannies sprouting unusual blooms about the place, it wriggled into the cracks between rocks and grew mould at the foot of each stalagmite. Dried herb...

it was under the impalpable deep emerald water that her sanctuary grew. A kingdom of silence, a part of the world that belonged only to her, a tangle of secrets and vines. Water ran across her arms and pooled at her feet, it took up little nooks and crannies sprouting unusual blooms about the place, it wriggled into the cracks between rocks and grew mould at the foot of each stalagmite. Dried herb...

It was a harsh procedure but it was what Eloise knew she had to do if she ever had a chance of ruling. The bone saws and sharp instruments where laid out across the table, markings already made halfway up her calfs. She had never had the chance to enter or be elected as a head of land or a ruler in her years of being a child, her parents had never supported the system, they forbade her from involv...

Just a little more

Just a little prettier

Just a little thinner

Just a little richer

Just a little smarter

Just a little better

Just a little popular

Just a little skinnier

Just a little happier

Just a little more like her

Just a little more like him

Just a little more like them

Just a little more well-known

Just a little more brave

Just a little more talented

Just a little more like someone els...

‘‘Twas the night before death day and all through the house not a soul was stirring not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the mantlepiece with care in hope that the grim reaper would leave presents there.

Four people to collect on that frost bitten night, to rap around his fingers and steel with a fright. Four people to take to the land of the dead, grab them by the neck and strip them fro...

I can’t breathe, I actually cannot breathe. I can feel my asthma flaring up, my palms clammy and red. I stand completely still a cold microphone the only thing to hold on to. Dozens of faces glare at me, disappointed, mocking, humiliating. I’m clamping up just like a bivalvia clam, a creature that belongs to the Pelecypoda family and amaiditly shuts its mouth as soon as a predator is in sight, jus...

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September 13th 2012

DCI Rolan: Do I really have to ask you

again? It’s clear that you were the murderer of Johnson Smith, we both know it, so please just confess that you are guilty and we can get this interview over with, eh?

AH: I’m so sorry, I’ve already told you sir, I’m not guilty I promise you, I’m so tired a...