A blade of grass

TESS was completely disorientated when she woke up. Her eyes flickered open and she found herself facing an unfamiliar pale green wall. The room, wherever it was, held a faint hint of the new wallpape

Ben hunched over in the cab of the lorry, eyes cast down, earphones firmly in place. He tugged his hoodie further over his face and ramped up his music, trying to drown out his stepdad, along with the

Keith screamed as he leapt out of the way. The wild-looking animal glared at him, gave a loud grunt and bared its sharp teeth. That was more than enough for Keith. Any ideas of bravery or overcoming h

DETECTIVE Inspector Ruth Jackson looked down at the body of a man lying face down in the grass. “He was hit from behind by a blunt instrument,” the pathologist, Brandon Young, said. He had been there

WHEN Jenny and Jake broke up, at first Barry and I were shocked. Jenny had met Jake during Freshers’ Week at university and they’d been together ever since. She’d brought him home to meet us that firs

YOUR text message sounded quite urgent,” Jane said. “Nothing wrong at the shop, is there?” She and her daughter had met for coffee at Caravaggio’s. On the other side of the small market square stood t