‘Let’s buy a chateau’, they said . . . ‘It’ll be an adventure’, they said . . . ‘You’ll meet a prince’, they said . . .
Not long after uploading my first video, I started to receive messages—thousands of them.
We met quite young, both of us still finding our footing in college, but as soon as we were in each other’s gravity, Sara and I felt an undeniable pull that kept bringing us even closer together.
My earworm for today is ‘I Don’t Like Mondays’ by the Boomtown Rats.
I have hated my mother for most of my life but it is her face I see as I drown.
New Zealand was greener than Emilia could ever have imagined.
The dining table was set for a feast, but all the carving knives had been hidden.
As Lou widened her eyes with mischievous pleasure and blew him a kiss over the heads of other customers in the gelato bar, Jack smiled at her delight.
When we opened Sherlock Tomes people warned us that we’d made a terrible mistake. People warned us that e-readers were taking over. People warned us that we’d never compete with Amazon. The one thing they didn’t warn us about was the murders.
There is a framed photograph on Lila’s bedside table that she hasn’t yet had the energy, or perhaps the inclination, to get rid of.
When I was twelve years old, I was buried alive within the grounds of a construction site.