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-  Elizabeth took off her wedding ring and flung it across the room. It ricocheted off the wall into the goldfish bowl and lay gleaming amid the waving oxygen weed ...

-  "Is it true?" Janine asked, her voice trembling. Gary squirmed and turned away. ...

-  Two years ago I chucked in my job, said good riddance to my husband, abandoned Auckland and came to live in this ramshackle country cottage that I bought over ...

-  "Bottoms up, girl!" Sitting cross-legged on the hotel bed, Cilla toasts the woman in the mirror with a brandy from the mini bar. Two quaffs empties the bottle. ...

-  My deepest fear was once being alone forever For the dreams and ambitions I have to be vanished forever ...

-  Halfway to no where I don't know where this road leads ...

-  I'll cross that river when I get there There is no need to rush ...

-  My mind is a graveyard of broken dreams Those I have dreamt of never survived to become a reality. ...

-  Professor Alvin Hollows peered into the mirror at the black hairs that hung from his broad nostrils like flies' legs. His eyebrows were unkempt hedges that tendrilled skyward and ...

-  Every thoughts that lingers The scent of your name is triggered ...

The plastic bottle rattled as I tipped out two more pills onto my hand. Taking a deep breath, I knocked them back dry and scrutinized in the mirror. Straighten up, ...

-  "Is that you, Sheryl? It's me! Hey, guess what! Jason's gone back to live with his father again and they're cutting my benefit! My case officer says I gotta ...

We have that specific dream which we want so badly The only thing we can think about and daydream about and hope for, so gladly Wondering what it would be ...

-  Claire had been on stress leave for two months now and was living in a kind of daze. Across the cafe table, her daughter, Justine, eighteen years old, seemed ...

"I am a student of life", he said; "the world is my university, books are my tickets to the lecture halls of wisdom; paintings portals to to the universe of the senses. My goal ...

THE living: unpredictable, inconsistent, perverse (even) as we may be in our faltering yet stubborn adherence to an absurd faith in the power of Love and Life; we have a final line of ...

We, the living: unpredictable, inconsistent,perverse as we may be in our faltering yet stubborn adherenceto an absurd faith in the power of Love and Life.We have a final line of ...

Would you hold my balloons please?I am troubled and sad.I have so many of them,I have lost count.I have balloons of many colours,shapes and size.Some I have earned,some I have ...

Even before she knew what her name meant Jennifer wanted a white world.  On her sixth birthday party her mother dressed her in a beautiful snowy organza frock with little ...

It’s come to this. Wordless dinners averted gaze silence-filled corners. Blue flash of TV dimly lights his den while she retreats to her own bed, book in hand door closed, each alone.   She runs away in her symbolic trophy car, compensation for compromise. She ...

Laugh, if it’s not final Straight face and it stays Even in an echo The reason still remains Found within alignment Re-arrangement of the stars But touch them and they shatter Real and sharp edge shards Significant with ...

I stand looking at the future in the past, A glance of a memory hoping it’ll last; But the dust will settle softly on the day And it will be covered as time ...

‘Pass me that eye of dragon will you, Sylph?’ ‘You’re kidding right? Are you sure this is going to work?’ ‘Not really -- haven’t tried this one since the first Elizabeth was ...

-  "Robert's twenty-five years old, for goodness sake, and you've been engaged to him for five years," said her best friend Lizzie, when Julie confessed how unhappy she'd been feeling. ...