While his personality was kind and easy-going, the one prevailing opinion of him, was that he was different.
The Warrior decided that he had, perhaps, been walking for too long and had begun to stray not only from the path, but from his sanity.
She’d broken his heart one too many times and now, like Humpty Dumpty, there was no putting it back together again.
“Alright son, let’s do this one more time, from the top. Where were you from 2 am last Wednesday morning?”
Isaac was, in fact, going to be late for his family dinner as he was, at the same moment, on the other side of the city quietly slipping out of the bedroom of Mrs Williamson.
From the moment he’d met her he was convinced she was the one for him and he loved every part of her.
The window wound back up and the car pulled off slowly, careful not to spray water as it went. Looking skyward again Maalik said.
“Fine, I’ll help him, but not because you made me.”
Concert 3 By D.I. Jolly A good few weeks and many dates later, Jack had finally worked up the courage to ask his potential new boyfriend to come to one of his concerts. It wasn’t that he was embarrassed about his music, or scared to perform it. He was worried that if he leaned too…
To be read like David Attenborough.
If you were offered a potion that could make all your wildest dreams come true, but at the end of an hour you’d die, would you take it?