CHAPTER 2 - BEFORE STELLA RAN, STELLA STALLED "You're right, there’s no excuse..." "Damn right there's no fucking excuse!” "But...” Stella tried. "There is no fucking excuse!" Stella opened her mouth to find a remedy to make it all better. "Get your shit out!” I don't want a fucking trace of you in this house.” He picked up a photo frame showing them both in happier times, "No fucking photo's!” She winced as he all too dramatically smashed it against the side of the bookcase. "No fucking deco...

CHAPTER 1: FEET FAIL ME NOT - Eminem, Lose Yourself ***** Yes, of course she screamed. Actually it was more blood curdling shrill than a scream. The first was used to counteract the extreme impact with the ground. The second was used purely to exhale. Stella wiggled her way off her crushed suitcase and attempted to stand. “Fuck!” That was a hiss Now add to the list, a broken ankle. She tried to balance. She looked at the case. She looked up from where she jumped from. She looked at the case a...

Monday 19th February 2007 - ANOTHER MONDAY; BUTTER THEM UP It was inevitable. Episode after episode of Antiques Roadshow showcasing extreme valuables and wares, you knew something would happen one day. Every time you saw it, your brain always asked that little question, ‘What if the Valuer breaks that $100,000 tea cup?’ You felt it in your bones. A little part of you just wanted to see it. Well, Another Monday faithful; today’s the day [well, not today, but the other day...]. Here’s the infor...