Nutella.
His eyes became slits, shining with anticipation as the sight before him. Slowly, licking his lips, he pressed one finger into the soft, gooey texture as he let out an...
Boneless.
She placed the cold body on the tabletop, her fingers softly prodding the wet, clammy skin. Grabbing the large, shiny knife from the drawers, she carefully pressed the tip against...
Cholesterol.
I nearly spat out the food as I surveyed my mother contentedly chewing across the table. Beside me, my father had fear etched on his face as he prodded the...
If Red Threads Can Fix.
I couldn't ignore my phone vibrating any longer. Whipping it out of my bag, I dashed out of the lecture theatre. "When I die, you won't have to answer my...