I have to tell you how it was, exactly as I saw it, because this was the end and the start of everything, wasn't it? So come on, Terence, get on with it, you don't have all day.

The Possession of Mr Cave

Matt Haig

The Boy's eyes suddenly focused, like he'd just seen McCoy for the first time. He spun his arm round towards him and lined up a shot, pistol aimed square at his head. McCoy froze as the boy adjusted his aim and squeezed the trigger.

Bloody January

Alan Parks

What could make a stable, gregarious, newly married man who had just made plans for the weekend suddenly jump off a building?

An Unexplained Death

Mikita Brottman

Twelve. That was the year that I learned that being Black and poor defined me more than being bright and hopeful and ready.

When They Call You a Terrorist

Patrisse Khan-Cullors & asha bandele

One autumn morning, as I read a dead poet's letters in my friend Wendy's backyard in San Francisco, I glimpse a fragment of that atomic mutuality.

Figuring

Maria Popova

Dogs like to talk. We are talking all the time, non-stop. To each other, to humans, to ourselves. Talk, talk, talk . . . During every sniff, every bark, every crotch nuzzle, every spray of a lamppost, we are speaking our minds. So if you want the truth, ask the dog

The Last Family in England

Matt Haig

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