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Baby Teeth

Maybe the machine could see the words she never spoke.

This Mortal Boy

October 1955. If Albert Black sings to himself he can almost see himself back home in Belfast, the place where he came from.

So Much Life Left Over

The crackle of gunshots bounced between the mountainsides, the percussion fading with each return of echo.

How to Be Famous

When I was eleven, I formally resigned from the family dream.

Percy Jackson And The Lightning Thief

Look, I didn’t want to be a half-blood. If you’re reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: close this book right now.

Clock Dance

Willa Drake and Sonya Bailey were selling candy bars door-to-door.

The Death of Mrs Westaway

The magpies are back.

Your Second Life Begins When You Realize You Only Have One

At first Claude said nothing.

The Emerald Sea

Being better than everyone else was exhausting work.

The Sun Does Shine

There’s no way to know the exact second your life changes forever.


The September days are shorter and cooler now.


‘Miss Armstrong? Miss Armstrong, can you hear me?’

Ash Arising

It's gutting how much can change in just four weeks.

The Water Cure

Once we have a father, but our father dies without us noticing.


That I have my own lawn sprinkler has never quite dawned on me


‘Salaam, Ali-jaan. It’s me.’

Meet Me at the Museum

Dear young girls, Home again from the deserts and oases of the Sheikdoms I find your enthusiastic letters on my desk.

Tom Clancy's Line of Sight

Dr. Guzman rubbed her tired eyes.

On Chesil Beach

They were young, educated, and both virgins on this, their wedding night, and they lived in a time when a conversation about sexual difficulties was plainly impossible.

The President is Missing

The sharks are circling, their nostrils twitching at the scent of blood.