My friend is having his period," I told the pizza guy, and handed him his tip. "He needs Britney and extra cheese to get him through it. I'm trying to be supportive.

I slithered out of the sinkhole on my stomach. It was not the sexiest move I'd ever performed, but I was impressed nonetheless.

I just looked at her, feeling utterly empty. I didn't know what I was supposed to say to her. My life is in that bed. Please let me stay.

I remember lying in the snow, a small red spot of warm going cold, surrounded by wolves.

No. Not really. A weapon didn't come to an agreement with the hand that held it.

Mum once told Dad that vices are only vices when looked at through the frame of society.

My hand aching because grace wasn't underneath it 3!