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I would describe myself as a happy cynic who approaches life with a great deal of humour and a certain degree of pessimism. But I also...

Every morning I struggle to get out from under my synthetic duvet because I couldn’t live with the thought that somewhere out there are a...

She runs hectically around the room, well aware that her presence is of interest to nobody but herself. With a smile on her face, she...

Pearls of sweat congregate on my flimsily covered alabaster skin as I toss and turn under the unkempt bedsheets. I feel a hot flush as...

The buzzing horror is drawn to the only source of light in the room. I’d like to think it’s my brilliant mind or, at the very least, my...

The doorbell rings. I fling the door open and run down the steps two at a time. Not my most brilliant idea. All that separates me from my...

The grey overcast sky greeted me in its full depressing glory. Drop by drop, a mild drizzle provided fertile conditions for a foul mood....

She glances at the mirror, tugs at her synthetic scraps of undersized clothing, and generously sprays her backcombed hair one last time,...

Waves are crashing around me as I resurface, gasping for air. Happy with my catch, I swim to my yacht. Back on deck, I place my fresh...