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Just four letters . . .

My fingers hovered over the keyboard.

To thine own self be true

What can take years to build, but only a slip of the tongue to tarnish?

Beyond the spotlight, we all are equal

''I want to be them. I want to be famous.''

London's mystery solved

12AM, August 7, 1888: Jack, a tall, lean man in black pants, black shirt and a green velvet jacket was taking a midnight stroll to Gorge Yard.

Long, cold goodbye to world

If you are reading this, you have probably found me dead, frozen, sitting on the long drop.

Escape from school for fine young lads

''Get up princesses,'' boomed Mr Strong, the PE teacher, as he moved around the aisles of beds, shaking each boy awake in turn.

Muddy trap

Feeling the soft, squishy substance sneak amidst my toes as I wiggled them to-and-fro, a sudden burst of energy struck me.

Outrunning a black tornado

On my way inside, after trudging through knee-high swedes and battling with electric fence string, I am ready to call it a day.

The soldier and the girl in a world torn apart

Waking up to gunshots and the echoes of distress were not abnormal in the Krakow Ghetto, but Rosa startled when she saw the terror etched on her father's face as he rushed her out of bed with trembling hands.

No excuse for life of torture locked in cage

Imagine living inside a locked closet without any control over any aspect of your life.

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