“I am afraid,” he murmured. “Not of the monsters that lie beneath our beds, the serial killers in true crime TV, or the illest of diseases.

Does my sassiness upset you? I dug my nails in the calloused flesh of my hands, my palms bloody – but maybe the crimson shadows I saw were

My son was ill. He was losing his senses and acting strange - as if he couldn't control his feelings; he was always mad about something usel

At a hospital, a man lies in a bed in an empty room, with nothing but thoughts and the beeping sound of the heart monitor, he knows that he

It was a typical Friday night, which was based on: me, food and movies about unreal romances that would never happen to me. I was very calm