Opening the rucksack, she took out a plastic freezer bag containing Malcolm’s…
I’m not a troll.
It started in a Marks and Spencer café. I was thinking about what to write. The title was ‘This Is Me.’ I’m not even sure who I am anymore. I looked around to find someone who looked interesting; for inspiration. I mean after-all, it’s a writer’s prerogative to exaggerate. Now I know I have a pretty wild…
My parents weren’t rich, nor were they poor. They weren’t smart, but not dumb either. I was born the middle child to a middle family, and I…