According to the statistics, on this last day of the year a man of eighty-five has approximately an 80 per cent chance of reaching 31 December 2015.
‘What’s your intro, then?’ That’s what my news editor used to ask me as soon as I walked into the office.
A dozen men clad in bright orange coveralls and white hardhats swarmed the decks of CGSL Orion, the 396-meter flagship of China Global Shipping Lines, like ants.
These days the origin of the universe is explained by proposing a Big Bang, a single event that instantly brought into being all the matter from which everything and everyone are made.
From inside a rambling white Colonial home on a shaded street that smelled of blooming wildflowers, a woman called in a pleasant Southern accent
My last year of high school, when Kaycee Mitchell and her friends got sick, my father had a bunch of theories.
When you hear the following words, what do you think of? Wagon wheels, Manhattans and run worms.
Last period Friday an acting inspector found a young teacher sobbing at her desk desk in the farthest demountable classroom of the lower secondaries of an outer suburban high school.
It was the sounds that first got her attention, the cries and screams loud enough to break through the howling wind and pummelling rain.
For a girl to defeat one father is a challenge, but there were two standing between me and what I wanted
It’s not every day a handsome young man appears on your front doorstep to ask if you’re a respectable woman.
It's every rescue team’s worst nightmare and, like every night-mare, it seemed to happen in slow motion.
Malcolm let the canoe drift to a halt and then silently slipped in among the stiff stems
