Inspirational Fiction by Kat Mansell He looked straight at me, distracted by my thoughts perhaps? I was sitting in the back of the hall. We connected our hearts in harmony, uncommonly powerful… his good looks, dark hair below his neck line. I found him sensual,...
A Boy’s Journey A young lad sat playing on a white sandy beach. It was strewn for miles with thickets of rolled out rusty barbed wire. And, during those days, cities were left as blackened smoking holes, or dismembered skeletons. The debris of fallen bombs left behind...
