An incredible true story - in 1964 my father, British Javelin champion John McSorley, built a man-size box and shipped it from Heathrow airport. The airfreight was human; his friend Reg Spiers, a penniless young Australian athlete desperate to get home and win back his girl. He was in for the ride of his life; a nightmarish cocktail of turbulent cargo holds, forklift truck disasters and mind-altering dehydration. He’d risk everything for Annie, but little did she know, they'd soon be skipping bail on drug-smuggling charges. Follow the true-crime exploits of the young couple and their years of gripping, high-stakes dramas through India, Africa and Sri Lanka.

I was the 6th-grade "slut." And I kept a diary. So I decided to create The UnSlut Project in the hopes that my own diary entries could provide some perspective to girls who currently feel trapped and ashamed. I am publishing these entries one at a time, without changing a single word except for the names of the people involved. My limited commentary, which is confined to brackets in each entry, is meant to provide the relief of my current perspective, fifteen years later. The UnSlut Project: Working to undo the dangerous slut shaming in our schools, communities, media, and culture by sharing knowledge and experiences.

Jayson. Mason, and Daniel are three bisexual roommates in their late 20s. After one night of drinking, Jayson catches sight of Noah and is immediately attracted him. After taking Noah home though, he discovers that Noah is still in high school. Thinking that would be the last time he sees him, Jayson pushes him out of his mind. But what happens when Noah ends up on his doorstep a day later in need of a place stay?

In the present day, a group of teenagers flee across the woodland at the pace of the North wind. They are hiding, desperate to get back. Get back where? It's hard to remember. As Hunters track them through a world they don't know it is easy to forget who they are and learn who they are to become. Determined to find their missing friend and escape the hands of creatures they didn't know existed they must trust each other. However will what first brought them together pull them apart?

"There is something in the school. Deep in the basement, watching our every move and he has chosen you next to join His Game."

"I am your guardian angel." I considered her words for a moment as she stared forlornly at my cooling corpse. It had stopped bleeding. Too little too late, I thought bitterly.