"It seemed like the author of the text was unknown. I pressed the open button to check the message, it said: ‘’Jake. Meet me at Redgrave Park at 7am sharp. I’ll be waiting’’. I tried figuring out who the message could be…"
"Her diaries lined the walls of our emotionless, gloomy house with cobwebs dangling all-round us. There are thousand of books, of mothers’ books. They go back to the 15th century, when she was normal (not one of us). She would never let me read…"
"My block of flats, a tiny scummy block of flats, consisted of 30 floors. Each containing its share of drug addicts, drunks and abusive families… Mine was no different… Each night, my dad would drink and drink and drink. You were more…"
"Annie was horrified, she felt isolated and vulnerable. A quick flash of light caught her eye and as she turned to see what the commotion was, standing there was a figure dressed in a smart uniform wielding a lantern in his hand. He gave Annie a…"
"This was the birthplace of him, his home, everything he knew; and he was at the birthplace of it all. All of a sudden, he felt a faint shake under his paws. It was growing. It was turning into more like a pattern of stomps. Was it running? Yes, lots…"