“Momentarily, through one good eye, he could see the moon. Something below moved and he span around to where he could see… — Stephen Craig Copy Share Image
“With heightened senses it remained motionless and looked through bulbous eyes. It could taste fear in the air. Pheromones. Sweat. Food was… — Stephen Craig Copy Share Image
“He had heard many of his customers talking about 'repetitive strain injury' over the years and he was sure that, if he… — Stephen Craig Copy Share Image
“His voice was oily and slick as it poured from his mouth like liquid acid, threatening to hook onto the woman's hair… — Stephen Craig Copy Share Image
“Hand in hand they whispered for a while. The girl nodded and the bear laughed. Together, they made their way down the corridor and… — Stephen Craig Copy Share Image
“They were rocking back and forth, dancing to the tune of death. They were not shadows he realised, they were large animals.” — Stephen Craig Copy Share Image
“One deep breath, one last step and out into oblivion where death held out its arms into a welcoming embrace.” — Stephen Craig Copy Share Image
“In fact, until the last moments of his life, until the last seconds as he gasped for breath, he never realised how much he… — Stephen Craig Copy Share Image
“Momentarily, through one good eye, he could see the moon. Something below moved and he span around to where he could see the house.… — Stephen Craig Copy Share Image
“With an unseen inner-smile, the beetle carried on its journey, rolling manure. It had decided that stones were not to its liking. It was… — Stephen Craig Copy Share Image
“As if grabbed by strong arms that were not there, he felt himself being lifted. Raising skyward and spinning, he fought to regain orientation.… — Stephen Craig Copy Share Image
“With heightened senses it remained motionless and looked through bulbous eyes. It could taste fear in the air. Pheromones. Sweat. Food was near, but… — Stephen Craig Copy Share Image
“He had heard many of his customers talking about 'repetitive strain injury' over the years and he was sure that, if he was capable,… — Stephen Craig Copy Share Image
“In his imagination, he grabbed his dad by the throat and squeezed until an old mans face turned purple. No pleading, no begging, simply...… — Stephen Craig Copy Share Image
“His voice was oily and slick as it poured from his mouth like liquid acid, threatening to hook onto the woman's hair like a… — Stephen Craig Copy Share Image
“Am Anfang war Gott? It may have been true, but it was not germane.” — Stephen Craig Copy Share Image
