"Dad’s comments swirled in my head. Could I actually be a writer? No, surely not. Could I? I don’t know! Author Heather Heap. It has a certain ring to it I must admit. Writing is a passion. Some bake. Some shop. Some buy fast cars. Some…"

"The house seemed quite ordinary when I walked in. The walls were a pale white with mould growing in the corner. The windows were covered with a thick blanket of dirt. Dust particles flew through the air, settling on the white turned black…"

"As the helicopter came down, the father could see a man surrounded by people with armor and guns. They were curious, the father thought to himself "why would somebody be out here with big security and rich clothes". The father called out…"

"I feel as if my mum is still with me even though I know that she has left this world. However, I still miss her. Every waking moment I'm still always remembering how she died. It seems as if her funeral was yesterday. She was always there for…"

"I opened my eyes. I don’t remember anything at all. My head was fuzzy and throbbing in pain. What had they done to me? My photographic memory was failing me; I was lying here, in the middle of nowhere. Although I seemed to feel like this was…"

"I walked in to his room and I saw him watching TV. He shouted at me "Get Out Of My Room NOW" I walked out slowly with my head down to the floor. Why...Why doesn't he like me? I just wanted to ask could I watch it with him what should…"