This is the one hundred and seventeen billion, two hundred and eighty-nine million, four hundred and twenty-nine thousand, seven hundred and fourteenth time.

I push open the door and instantly feel that something isn’t quite right. There’s less space in this house than there was when …

The special plastic bird did not look special. It looked just like any other bird. Dark brown, with a white and faded-orange chest, …

Have you ever seen someone combust? Blow up? Explode in front of your eyes? I have.

The suicide note wasn’t your average, clear-cut suicide note, apparently. No goodbye cruel world or anything like that...

A story of love and friendship, for children
(and adults too)