“C’mon, you’re all related!” he slurred. “Crawled out of the same larvae, din’t yah?” Oh, didn’t she just want to slap him? He wanted to shoot her. If they’d let him have blaster again, he’d do it to her under the table like Han got Greedo.

That girl had an ass that'd stop traffic, but for somebody who was probably the most desirable cheerleader the Hollyoak Lions' had he'd never before seen cheer in Lacey's eyes. His shallow breath was the only sound in the room before the front door gav...

The setting sun dipping under the rubble transformed the broken city into an  alien landscape.

While that humongous egg-yolk waltzed out of his life with a slice of blood orange blaze it got him thinking of cold orange juice in a wet glass. 

How couldn't he go for a fro...