Derek's heart misses a beat with the anguish in her voice. "I'm sorry, Nathalie. I couldn't tell you what I was about to do. It would only get you in trouble. You were the best friend I ever had." "Don't be a fool, she's not...." The message cackles before it stops altogether. Maeve glances at him, but he looks ahead.

Hello readers, I hope you are having a delightful day. I watched this film earlier today based on a book by the same name, and thought it was worth writing about. Investigative Detective Blacklock, played by the still very beautiful Kiera Knightley, is going through a hard time. A source for one of her stories was recently murdered. So, she takes the opportunity to follow up on a fluff piece about a group of wealthy people, who will make a contribution to cancer research after one of them gets a terminal prognosis.

The hail of fire stops their pursuers. On reaching the end of the corridor, they are met by another lift, except it's locked this time. "You need to enter the code - zero, three, four, five. A perk of the job," Derek roars as he opens fire once more. Maeve taps the code in, and the door swings open. "Let's go, Derek!".

Derek drives his wheelchair into position in the middle of the deck. Clamps lock onto the wheelchair as a belt closes around his torso. There is a large computer monitor in front of him showing the grey hangar door blocking their exit. The rest of the deck is full of red leather seats and various computers that combine into an AI hive mind known as "The Ship".

Derek drives his wheelchair into position in the middle of the deck. Clamps lock onto the wheelchair as a belt closes around his torso. There is a large computer monitor in front of him showing the grey hangar door blocking their exit. The rest of the deck is full of red leather seats and various computers that combine into an AI hive mind known as "The Ship".

The hail of fire stops their pursuers. On reaching the end of the corridor, they are met by another lift, except it's locked this time. "You need to enter the code - zero, three, four, five. A perk of the job," Derek roars as he opens fire once more. Maeve taps the code in, and the door swings open. "Let's go, Derek!".

As Derek wheels onwards, he feels a whish of cool air pass over his face. No reason to panic, but still unusual on a space station with environmental controls. The corridor comes to a halt with a left and right turn. Right time, lucky I hope. He turns right and goes fifty meters. A guard appears before him, a rifle resting on his shoulder.

Derek opens the door and wheels in. The walls of the small room are a blue hue, and contain little except for Maeve, a nondescript table, and two chairs. At the sight of him, Maeve's face lights up. Her eyes are as red as her long hair. Rising from her chair, she flings her arms around him, holding him tightly. She sobs, "Oh, Derek, I'm in big trouble."

His wheels clank as he goes down a bump, his surroundings becoming less wheelchair friendly. Taking a left, then a right. I'll have to turn around if things get worse. A big step and I'm goosed. He hears chatter coming around the next corner, where he is met by two armed, stern-faced men. A chill goes down Derek's spine. They are decked out in the attire of the Drugs and Firearms Force.

Timothy found himself lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling once more. He is due back at work within the hour, but is having difficulty processing what has happened. Maeve's family was involved in drugs. How did she not know? It was a large ship, though. Arguments continue back and forth in his mangled mind. He thinks back to that time, many years ago, when he considered ending it all.

The lift door opens. Derek is sitting in his electric wheelchair and pointing a Swazi hand laser at one of the guards. Its sleek design is unmistakable; it has the power to disintegrate those in front of it. "I'm here for you Maeve." His hand motions for the two guards to get out. They look at each other in disbelief before raising their hands and exiting.

My dear readers, I'll make no bones about it. If you are of a weak disposition to gore, then you should stop reading here. This series recently dropped on Netflix. It is a dramatization of the life of the notorious Edward Theodore Gein, also known as The Butcher of Plainfield. In reality, he was convicted of two murders and suspected of a further seven.

Dear readers, it is great to be back here with you again. For those who may not remember, or dare I say it, may not have read it, I thoroughly enjoyed the first series of "Wednesday". The second season was recently released on Netflix, which is playing a blinder at the moment. There has been quite a delay since the first series.

The lift door opens. Derek is sitting in his electric wheelchair and pointing a Swazi hand laser at one of the guards. Its sleek design is unmistakable; it has the power to disintegrate those in front of it. "I'm here for you Maeve." His hand motions for the two guards to get out. They look at each other in disbelief before raising their hands and exiting.

My dear readers, I'll make no bones about it. If you are of a weak disposition to gore, then you should stop reading here. This series recently dropped on Netflix. It is a dramatization of the life of the notorious Edward Theodore Gein, also known as The Butcher of Plainfield. In reality, he was convicted of two murders and suspected of a further seven.

Dear readers, it is great to be back here with you again. For those who may not remember, or dare I say it, may not have read it, I thoroughly enjoyed the first series of "Wednesday". The second season was recently released on Netflix, which is playing a blinder at the moment. There has been quite a delay since the first series.

Maeve's movements are easy to track. She is connected to the lunar net. It is about predicting where she will be brought next. Derek needs to be there in advance, and at exactly the right time. He continues his usual routine. All the time plotting. Nathalie seems to sense something is afoot. "Still thinking about her, Derek?" And, "there are other girls."

Maeve wakes to the noise of fellow prisoners and thinks of Derek, who is back on base. She prepares for her hearing before the lunar judge, facing the choice of pleading guilty. Her lawyer suggests accepting the plea for a chance at freedom in ten years. Nervously, she follows two stern officers down a corridor.

Maeve wakes to the noise of fellow prisoners and thinks of Derek, who is back on base. She prepares for her hearing before the lunar judge, facing the choice of pleading guilty. Her lawyer suggests accepting the plea for a chance at freedom in ten years. Nervously, she follows two stern officers down a corridor.

Maeve's movements are easy to track. She is connected to the lunar net. It is about predicting where she will be brought next. Derek needs to be there in advance, and at exactly the right time. He continues his usual routine. All the time plotting. Nathalie seems to sense something is afoot. "Still thinking about her, Derek?" And, "there are other girls."

Ladies and Gentlemen, it is rare that I get to review something Ireland-related, but this is one of those times. A pint of Guinness and the famous brewery are synonymous with Ireland, nearly as much as the Catholic Church, GAA, and the Irish language. The doors to the brewery are iconic. I'm sure all native Dubliners would know their location.

Ladies and Gentlemen, it is rare that I get to review something Ireland-related, but this is one of those times. A pint of Guinness and the famous brewery are synonymous with Ireland, nearly as much as the Catholic Church, GAA, and the Irish language. The doors to the brewery are iconic. I'm sure all native Dubliners would know their location.

Timothy found himself lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling once more. He is due back at work within the hour, but is having difficulty processing what has happened. Maeve's family was involved in drugs. How did she not know? It was a large ship, though. Arguments continue back and forth in his mangled mind. He thinks back to that time, many years ago, when he considered ending it all.

His wheels clank as he goes down a bump, his surroundings becoming less wheelchair friendly. Taking a left, then a right. I'll have to turn around if things get worse. A big step and I'm goosed. He hears chatter coming around the next corner, where he is met by two armed, stern-faced men. A chill goes down Derek's spine. They are decked out in the attire of the Drugs and Firearms Force.

My dear readers, I do hope life is good. These are exciting times for my writing and this website. Shortly, the website will pass two thousand views with a quarter of the year still to go. This will be the first time it has passed this milestone in a calendar year. For some background, the limited research I have done suggests that you would need approximately twenty-four thousand views to generate a modest income.