Martin Westlake is a budding creative writer with some short stories and poetry published and a doubtless over-ambitious novel on the go.
There was always news, Antonio thought, as the announcer’s name started to boom out, and he was glad for that.
Not for the first time, the solution came to him in the middle of the night
There was something satisfying about spreading the grass evenly...
It was then, as he was just about to bring his hands flutteringly down, that the most extraordinary smell assailed my nostrils
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