‘I love you,’ he says. And I think, Ivan, you’re amazing. You have the weirdest mind I’ve met. Like, ever. We have a good time, me and Ivan

Matt’s head peeped from behind our ensuite’s door. ‘You up for it again? Third try and fingers crossed?’ Legs crossed, more like.

James was a quiet child who lived on a council estate on Avenham Park, in Preston. He also had an older brother called Liam.

‘So, this is the freedom you were talking about. It stinks.’ I nodded. ‘But we can still be friends.’ ‘Friends?’ she spluttered.

Trudie tickled Alex’s feet, sang ‘The Wheels on the Bus’ a couple of times, and gave her son exactly what he needed and what her loving hear

Joanne Merryweather’s speech to the Republican-Democratic Party Conference in Blackpool, 2021, promised to be quite a spectacle. Not only be

A car comes to a full stop, the sound of the engine becomes silent. A man with a scruffy beard and dark messy auburn hair, turns behind hi

The first thing you notice is that it is a very attractive book with a simple but well-designed and effective cover. This really does the co

Mother Gracie shuffled over to her stove. Raq remained where he was. Long gone were the days when he followed at her skirt hems if she move

Photographic studio Child and mother? Or sister and brother? A photographic studio, in best clothes, matching mustard and apple green?

Mick and Mairead Philpott made a terrible decision a few years back: to set a fire in their overcrowded home and to subsequently blame Lisa

There once was a bridge that no one ever forsake to cross. It stretched across a stream that led in the directi

Who’s to say why you’re so easily misled and discouraged? There’s no point asking because you won’t answer. It isn’t that you have

Graham twitched awake and immediately found himself not only bound and gagged, but in deep confusion about how he’d ended up in that state.

‘He looks like Justin Bieber. Or that YouTuber that all the year 10 girls like - you know, that Dutch guy Henri…’ ‘Oh yeah. Henri. He’s

‘Just keep breathing,’ he said. ‘You’ll be alright,’ he said. ‘I’ve got you,’ he said.

I’ve loved them with every cell of my being for more than forty years. Ever since I heard the Beatles on the radio. Ever since those first

It’s fair enough, as questions go. All the more so because I’ve been asked it all my adult life.

This is the first of Peter’s short story books published under the title of ‘Light Reading’ - but is the second I have read. How typical o

Migraine breaks all the rules... My eyes cling to the inside of their sockets with gritty and excruciating agonies, as my fingertips tentati