How To Write Badly Well

At this point, the dragon, which was larger than a single-decker bus but smaller than an articulated lorry, breathed some fire out of its m...

SUSAN: (PERSPICUOUSLY) I wonder where Alan could have got to? NIGEL: (LUCIDLY) Oh, I wouldn’t worry about him if I were you. ENTER ALA...

Simone was late home from work that day, something that could have been prevented had the local council consulted more widely before implem...

Dear Dream-Crusher, Many “thanks” for your letter of so-called advice dated the fifteenth of this month. To be honest, its all I’ve come ...

World-renowned author Joe Stockley fumed silently. The queue was moving at a snail’s pace and the elderly woman in front of him was the sna...

‘Good morning,’ exploded Mr Petiska warmly. ‘How are we all today?’ ‘Well enough, thank you,’ gushed Diedre, not looking up from her desk....

She stood out in the crowd like a bird of paradise among a flock of crows, her bright, elaborate feathers instantly catching Dave's eye...

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