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Plan A, Plan B, contingency Plan C… That is all well and good when planning a dinner party, but it has never been Paul's style outside his job. Direct approach is his default plan, and he isn't going to change that now.

Evil comes in all shapes and sizes.

Jody doesn’t need to dress up for Halloween, he’s already a zombie thanks to his ex-boyfriend who has left him for a woman. When he’s invited to the bachelor party though, he turns up prepared and ready to take revenge!

When a cinema company piles extra work onto their long-suffering projectionists, is it any wonder some of them go totally crazy?

Luke's mired in guilt and grief over his mom's death. He finds hope in go game lessons from Hao, who's heartbroken. Luke wants to help Hao, but Hao doesn't want comfort. The lovelorn lawyer wants to play the aggressor in the game of love. And when something unexpected and forbidden sparks between them, Luke might just be his perfect lamb. Go's easy, but love's hard, very hard. What's Luke to trust: the power of love to heal or the power of love to destroy?

A step-by-step course to teach yourself the art of Writing Poetry

This is a simple story. I don't think it will get complicated. But, then, what do I know.

He was the price his mother paid to protect her family from evil. At the age of seven she brought him to the temple to become a priest.

The world had ended in the middle of the night. For Richie Kincannon and a small group of young survivors, it was the beginning of a struggle for life, against an unknown force that had altered their world, seemingly forever. Now, two years after the Changes, the group must once again fight for their right to life, against an enemy of incredible ability - one they didn't understand, but knew once had been human...

I guess it was my own fault for getting mixed up with the wrong crowd, Jimmy, Toddy, Hog and me, we had been sort of friends since entering year eight in high school, I didn’t smoke tobacco or weed like they did, nor did I drink alcohol, and my school mates seem to accept that, and still let me hang out with them at night on weekends.

Now at the age of 15, I was now being processed to enter a juvenile detention centre for a period of 3 years, for the brutal killing of an elderly man with a baseball bat, the same bat that my mates and I had been using for over a year now in the warehouse, and that’s how they found my prints on the bat.