There was no road.
I was in my white Ford GT6 with Concetta. Vaughn was in his mustard Lamborghini with Angela. We were brothers. They were sisters. 124 more words
Arlington had been in Eddie’s Bar for an hour and still couldn’t work out who his hit was.
There were four contenders: the barman; a long-haired arty type who looked a bit like the actor Scott Glenn; a small, plump accountant type with round rimmed gold glasses; and a tall, cropped-haired, bearded man who – due to his khaki shirt – looked like a sixties political activist. 69 more words
When my father said he was ‘going to go all out’ with the Christmas decorations, I wondered what he actually meant.
I soon found out. 266 more words
The Charnel House
Tom de Freston
A review by R J Dent
Although Tom de Freston refers to his book, The Charnel House, as ‘a poetic graphic novel’, it’s a hybrid book which defies easy categorization. 580 more words