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It started with a pencil sharpener...

'All new kinds of dark to face'

Imagine being up in the inky sky, looking down on the life below. Imagine the wondering, watching, waiting...

Rebecca. Lanky little Rebecca. She'd never fitted it; right from the beginning. She'd been described as an outrage..

April May. In her opinion, she never had a chance from the beginning, especially considering her birthday was in June. She secr..

RING! RING! It was Jake's first day at Greendale High School, and he was completely lost. What an idiot he'd been to feel tri..

Throughout April's childhood, she'd always had to follow three rules. She'd always been told by her parents that these rules would ..

'You have reached the voice-mail service for 07...' Grace Burns waited furiously as the automated voice proceeded to read out..

The NQT left the classroom. With her left the small chance of her having a decent lesson. As Miss Bunty flung open the door ..

April stared at her inner wrist. She stared at how it sprouted from her palm like biomass. She stared at how the deep, abnormally blu..