Hazel Bates arrives on the docks to the sight of a dead body being hauled out of the water.
Am I cursed? Or just messed up? What is wrong with me? Why do bad things always happen to me? Am I unlucky or just damaged goods? Who will ever want me . . . an uneducated, broken, Latina from the ’hood?
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.
Being yelled at by an incoherent drunk man isn’t how I wanted to spend my Friday night.
Last night’s party is still throbbing in my head as I scramble awake, a tsunami of remorse crashing over me.
It’s Friday 11 November 2022, around 10 a.m., and I’m sitting in a makeshift broadcast booth set up in the spare bedroom on the top floor of my house in Woollahra.
When I was twelve years old, I was buried alive within the grounds of a construction site.
Adam was fifteen years old when he first arrived at The Corner – fifteen going on sixteen, his birthday only a few weeks away.
This is the story of Bob Burgess, a tall, heavyset man who lives in the town of Crosby, Maine, and he is sixty-five years old at the time that we are speaking of him.
In the chastening chill of a dazzling October morning, James Becker stands on the footbridge, hip hitched against the handrail, rolling a cigarette.
Somewhere on Earth was a village where spring faded into autumn, and after autumn, spring returned once more.
Welcome, friends, to your Business Bible, in which I share everything I’ve learnt about setting up and running a successful business.
So I drive until first light and only stop when the plain turns black and there’s nothing between us and the horizon but clinkers and ash.
When I say Nanny Piggins grew up in a sty, that probably doesn’t sound very good to you.
