They were woken by a scream outside. He whispered, ‘Don’t worry, it’s city life.’
In the morning, a policeman asked them, ‘Nothing at all?’
JR Deschampsneufs: always learning the art.
You were the first to want space. Muttering I just need some air, you fled, and that was The Big Bang.
Now we’re all scattered everywhere.
Dawn Corrigan has just stepped outside for a moment.
You asked me to edit your memoir. It was much more satisfying after I replaced her name with mine.
Cheryl Chancellor lives on the other side of the looking-glass.
Subject line: I DON’T LIKE YOUR TONE.
Eric Hawthorn has found that writing his own bio is the only time he can get away with referring to himself in the third person.