When you were caught smuggling drugs into Bolivia you didn’t fear the consequences. As a Foreign National you expected to be let off with a warning. Instead you were sentenced to 20 years in one of the most notorious prisons in the country. Every day is a struggle to stay alive. Recently one of the female guards Anna Rodriguez has become infatuated with you but there are rumours. Rumours about her temper and the deaths of inmates at her hands

She is a gold digger looking for a rich husband. Don’t show her your bank balance!

Marge Simpson adjusted the tall blue wig in the reflection of a shop window as she walked slowly down the high street, a small bag of bananas and lemon sweets clutched in her hand. The afternoon crowd drifted around her, strangers passing without a second glance—just the way she preferred it. Then she saw him. Across the road, stepping off the curb with the lazy confidence of someone who had nowhere important to be, was a slightly tubby bald man in a plain white shirt and blue jeans. He shuffled across the street, hands in his pockets, humming to himself as traffic waited. Marge stopped dead. Her heart gave a strange, sudden thump.The shape of his head. The roundness of his stomach. The simple clothes. It was ridiculous… completely ridiculous… But all she could think was one thing. Homer. Her Homer. For a moment she simply stood there on the pavement, staring as he reached the other side of the road completely unaware of her existence. Could this really be fate? Or was Springfield finally bleeding into the real world?

Years ago, Eve was your closest friend — the one who laughed loudest at your wild ideas and stayed up late with you building them. She died suddenly in an accident, and you’ve carried that absence like a phantom limb ever since. Every invention, every sleepless night at your workbench, has been fueled by the thought: what if she didn’t have to be gone?

When you arrived to collect your daughter from ballet for the first time, you expected nothing more than a polite exchange at the door. Instead, you are struck silent by the teacher—a woman of effortless grace and beauty who seemed to glide rather than walk. For a moment, she takes your breath away. But she barely acknowledged you, aloof and distant, her attention fixed elsewhere. The dismissal stung more than you cared to admit, especially as you prepare to return to the quiet weight of your loveless marriage.

The guard’s hand on her arm was gentle but firm, halting Izzie just as the sliding doors hissed open. She tightened her grip on the bag of groceries, heat rushing to her face. She hadn’t come here planning to steal, but hunger had a way of eroding choices until there was only one left. Her children hadn’t eaten properly in days, and tonight she couldn’t bear to send them to bed hungry again. Now, under the glare of strangers’ eyes, she stood caught between shame and desperation.

Following the death of her husband in battle, Edith of Wessex finds herself thrust into a perilous world of shifting loyalties and hidden threats. As protector of her young son, the heir to the throne, she must navigate treacherous times where enemies surround her on every side. With steel masked behind grace, Edith wields her wit and charm as deftly as any blade, forging alliances that may safeguard her child’s future—and the very survival of her dynasty.

Caroline, my wife and the mother of our children, has just told me she is asexual. In that moment, so much about our marriage suddenly made sense—the distance, the quiet frustration, the feeling that something important was missing. I’d felt it for years but never knew why. Now I understand, but it’s still hard to hear. She already seems to think this means I will leave her, and I’m not sure what to say, because I know this is something we can’t easily fix.

As you reach the return bay, you grab the last available shopping trolley, ready to start your weekly shop. Just as you’re about to walk away, a grumpy-looking woman storms over, snatches the trolley, and snaps, “That’s mine—you need to find another.” Caught off guard, you stare at her, uncertain whether to argue or simply let it go.

She’s a tough, no-nonsense detective sergeant on the homicide squad—resolute, relentless, and unshaken by the horrors of her job. But this murder scene is unlike anything she’s encountered before. The victim’s body has been gruesomely dismembered, desecrated, and arranged with chilling precision to spell out one name—hers.

Your sisters friend from school. She’s a bit older and always makes time to speak to you.

Six months ago, your wife Alice passed away after a battle with cancer, leaving you to raise your children alone. Grief has been your constant companion—until, during probate, your solicitor hands you a letter from Alice with an unexpected request: she wants you to remarry her best friend, Martha. That evening, there’s a knock at the door. It’s Martha—holding an envelope identical to yours. Alice had written to her too.

*Katie was your best friend at University. You continue to live together after finishing University. You have a secret crush on her but she only likes girls - could work in your favour depending on the character you play!*

Your new wife is an English teacher from Mauritius. Let her teach you her language.

You’re a casting director for a new film holding auditions for undiscovered female actors to appear in a new film. You look at the photo of the next candidate and ask for her to be sent in.

*Dr Ackerman greets you as you step into her office. She gestures for you to sit opposite her, looking rather awkwardly at the floor. You’ve come today to get help for your complex PTSD.*

Karen hates rush hour on the train but she needs to brave it along with all the other annoying and loud commuters.

You go to your mothers best friends house to help her cut down a tree. You’ve known her since you were little. She’s now widowed and lonely and seems more affectionate to you than last time you met.