It just says

-Come up on stage to read the next line in our crime and thriller show!
-But it just says ‘BANG!’ It just says-
-Yes, yes, it does.

So why did you do it?

-So why did you do it?
-Not why, how.
-We know how.
-No, if you’re asking why, you don’t know how. Look at them and you’ll see.
-Them?

The fame, the glory, a moment in the sun. That’s why I’m doing this. I may be tomorrow’s chip paper but your blood’s my salt and sauce.

For sale: Short story about unworn baby shoes. Never read

She’d read that book – the smallest act could cause chaos. Wow. She nudged him. He fell under the train. She waited for ripples.

Tim’s stories hopped. They didn’t stalk or leap or glide or weave; they hopped. He looked at them hopping and carried them back.

Scene 1: Slow fade to light. A man shouts angrily. Puts gun to head. Fade to dark. Gunshot.
Scene 2: Slow fade to light. To dark.

On the nightbus Finn’s clothes marked him as a stranger, a dove among parakeets. Sal looked at him, twice. Then their eyes met.

For years she tried to find the hidden place, the place, the palace, held only in her mind. Then, one day, she stopped looking.

So, shall we begin? As you know, I killed Con, painfully, to become the new Chair. All those in favour? Thank you. Anyone against?