Chris Platt
/ GreyThoughts.InfoLynda headed down the street, eyeing the group with suspicion and hostility. As she passed by, she glared intently at them. They were just hanging around, loitering, lurking across the street. The group were trouble, she just knew…
By Chris Platt
As the boy and his best friend rode their bikes into town, he enthused about what a great day they would…
By Chris Platt
This was the biggest week of her life. Gina Riley had been painting, drawing, sculpting and generally creating art for as long as she could recall. And in a few days’ time her work would be on display in an exhibition comprising entirely of her own art. It was…
By Chris Platt
‘And then he says, I think it’s Colin!’ Dave said, delivering the punchline with all the enthusiasm of a Saturday night television…
By Chris Platt
A true story written for Valentine's Day.
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My fiancée and I seemed to have been waiting forever to move in together. We were due to be married a few months later, but the start of our…
By Chris Platt
Paul and Liam showed the security guard their concert tickets. The guy in the bright yellow jacket nodded, and ushered them towards the…
By Chris Platt