… for most of the time he was at the bar trailed off to non-existance. Being no novice to the potential situations this would herald, Reeve sharped his alertness as he scanned his surroundings for incoming trouble, and found only the approaching dark…

… them off the ledge. He looked to his right and did the same. He smudged his thumb on the piece of concrete between his legs and picked it up slowly so that the particles clung to his skin. He blew a small wind out of his mouth and didn't watch them…

… have watched. Television is a good median for changing feelings and emotions just from a simple news report. I looked a Michael Beurks memorable 6.00 report on the 23rd of October, 1984 for the bbc news. Millions of people sat and watched this…

… quick glance towards Reeve, the fire from the hearth shimmered in his eye like the fading stars of dawn. "I see by yer wear that you are new here to New Lynn. So, if I may be so forward, a little advice." Reeve noticed the hovering tumbler the tender…

… as the storm moved slowly off to the west. The rain and sleet drove through sporadically in the fickle winds. Warm yellow beacons of the street lamps burned through the night, offering a brief respite from the cutpurses and other denizins of the…

… David, sister Marcia, mom, dad, and baby girl were traveling home to Laramie from Colorado Springs where we had gone to visit my grandma. The atmosphere in the car was fun and filled with laughter. We were glad to be together. Our chatter…

… the Herald Sun on 29/1/03, the writer, Robyn Riley argues against Mark Latham's proposed parenting classes. Ms Riley challenges that such a suggestion wrongly holds parents solely accountable and lets government agencies easily off the 'hook'. Throug…

… With me I had a gray sweatshirt and a pair of pants, stuffed into my newly purchased single-strap backpack. Also, I had brought along my toothbrush, and stolen my dad's sole supply of AIM whitening toothpaste. I knew he'd care, but I didn't. I'd be…

… and tiresome. Sitting in front of me was a very young couple. A pretty blonde around 20 or so and a lanky white man with a blue jump suit, and sideways Kansas City Royal's baseball hat, who was about the same age. I could see half a crypt gang tattoo…

… his bus came. He and his posse got on; relieved no doubt that this time it was the right bus. The boredom sunk in, deeper now, to the bone. A tall, muscular man with a noticeable scar on his neck walked my way, and my focus changed again. As he…