It was a time of change. An era of revolutions and overthrows; of secessions and unifications. A time of recessions and elections and bloody beautiful football. Electronic music and boy bands, zombies and the coming of winter. The time of dystopian worlds and SickLit novels that aimed to be 'Okay? Okay.' The age of re...
Clara Forsyth knew what a hard life was like, going from one place to another with nowhere to call home. She preferred that sort of life rather than one in high society where parents expected a woman to marry young and act as docile as a puppy. It was destiny that placed her on the RMS Titanic that day, the same des...
"Your name's Anna and you're an anesthesiologist?" "Yes." "That's punny." "I can't wait to knock you unconscious." +++ Anna is an anesthesiologist. She's surprised that people laugh at the phonetic connection between her job and her name. She's even more surprised when one of her patients wishes he doesn't wake up rig...
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED COPYRIGHT©2016 "Jamiliah! Come back and -" "You know what? No. And it's Jamie. Don't call me Jamiliah ever again. I'm done here." And with that, I left. Not allowing my mother to have the final say. "I'm done here." I whispered again, my heart drumming in my chest. Although I knew deep down she ha...