The Havana run
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The Havana Run Chapter 1

The diesel ran hot and the old man let it. He stood at the wheel with the rum still in his blood and the money folded flat inside his shirt.
The bear that came to Scotland
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The Bear That Came Tae Scotland

There lived a wee bear by a heather clad brae, Where the mist came drifting at break o' the day. Where the burn ran silver by rowan and pine, And the hills wore the heather like tartan sae fine.
Jaggy Jersey School
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The Jaggy Jersey School

Chapter 1 The bus arrived at half past four on a wet Thursday afternoon in September, and by the time it had crawled through the iron gates of the Jaggy Jersey School, most of the boys inside it had gone…
Arthur Bell
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A Man Called Nobody

The first thing Arthur Bell did every morning was check how much of his life he had left. He did this before getting out of bed, before opening the curtains, before looking at the weather and certainly before answering his…
Mr. Televison
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Mr. Television

Mr. Television. I sat in front of the TV, while the sky was turning grey, hoping that the rain above, would kindly go away.
State Of Dead
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State of Dead

I sit alone inside the dark and watch the headlights drag the wall, And listen to the silence ringing, waiting for the sky to fall. There is no beauty in the suffering, no romantic, tragic pain, Just a dull and heavy pressure thrumming deep inside the brain.
Why Not You?
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Why Not You?

There's a lie so old that nobody remembers who first spoke it. Or why. It passes from parent to child, from teacher to student, from one ordinary conversation to the next until it becomes invisible. Nobody questions it because everybody inherits it.
The room
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The Room

Two men wake in a room with no doors, no windows, and no memory of how they arrived. One searches desperately for a way out. The other simply waits. As their conversations move from freedom and time to God, identity, death, and meaning, the room becomes more than a prison, it becomes a mirror. The Room is a philosophical novel about the questions that define us and the certainty that confines us, asking whether the greatest prison is the one around us or the one within us.