It was an overcast late November morning, the grass splintered by hoarfrost, and winter grinning through the gaps in the clouds like a bad clown peering through the curtains before the show begins.

Being scared isn't the problem. It's not running away that's the hard part.

You had evil inside you, and you indulged it. Men will always indulge it.

Why is there always one bloke in these boy bands who looks like he came to fix the boiler and somehow got bullied into joining the group?

She was plump, with dyed red hair and a face so caked with cosmetics that the floor of the Amazon jungle probably saw more natural light.

I'm a ghost," said the small figure, then added, a little uncertainly, "Boo?

Luck ran out, but smart was for life.