Three words, Ignis aurum probat. Fire tests gold. The rest of the phrase: . . . and adversity tests the brave.
Moments later, I received a response: :D Twenty-first-century communication. I fear for our nation’s standards of literacy.
Mummy told me, years ago, that men go absolutely crazy for sausage rolls. The way to a man’s heart, she said, is a homemade sausage roll,
Mummy’s a bad person,’ I said. ‘Really bad. I know that, I’ve always known that. And I wondered … do you think I might be bad too? People inherit all sorts of things from their parents, don’t they – v...
My hair was mousy brown, parted in the center, straight and not particularly thick. Human hair, doing what human hair does: growing on my head.
Whilst I am neither stylish nor fashionable, I am always clean; that way, at least, I can hold my head up when I take my place, however unexalted, in the world.
The streets were all named after poets - Wordsworth Lane, Shelley Close, Keats Rise - no doubt chosen by the building company's marketing department. They were all poets that the kind of person who'd...
Nine years, and you've never had a day off sick, never used all your annual leave. That's dedication, you know. It's not easy to find these days.It's not dedication, I said. I simply have a very robus...
No matter; I didn’t require
No thank you, I said. I don’t want to accept a drink from you, because then I would be obliged to purchase one for you in return, and I’m afraid I’m simply not interested in spending two drinks’ worth...
Some people, weak people, fear solitude. What they fail to understand is that there’s something very liberating about it;
Part of me, a very small sliver, briefly considered dipping my head to taste a drop, purely because I’d been ordered not to.
People seem to like me better with makeup on, for some reason, I said. He raised his eyebrows and shrugged, apparently as stumped as I was.
Time only blunts the pain of loss. It doesn't erase it.
Raymond hadn’t phoned anyone or asked an outside agency to intervene. He’d elected to look after me himself. I’d been pondering this, and concluded that there must be some people for whom difficult be...
Raymond hadn’t phoned anyone or asked an outside agency to intervene. He’d elected to look after me himself.
She certainly seems to have a life, not just an existence.
She had tried to steer me towards vertiginous heels again - why are these people so incredibly keen on crippling their female customers? I began to wonder if cobblers and chiropractors had established...
Sport is a mystery to me. In primary school, sports day was the one day of the year when the less academically gifted students could triumph, winning prizes for jumping fastest in a sack, or running f...
She only really enjoyed her own company. She tolerated mine, but fundamentally she was a recluse at heart, like J.D. Salinger or the Unabomber.
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