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Viktoria Klemko

Stories By Viktoria Klemko

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З життя17 хвилин ago

Daughter of the Vale

What a striking granddaughter you have, Walter, darkeyed and with a smile as bright as fresh snow, said the old...

З життя18 хвилин ago

Left in the Lurch? After Losing My Job, I Rescued a Dog from the Streets and Embarked on a New Adventure…

It felt as though the world had stopped turning the day Evelyn woke without an alarm and without any plan...

З життя1 годину ago

The Fiery Redhead

Tina is a blonde and Sam is a darkhaired man. They adore each other, and two years after their wedding...

З життя1 годину ago

Childhood Companion: A Journey Through Friendship

Forgive me, Steve, but I Ive fallen for your wife, Tom said, his eyes fixed on nothing but the distance....

З життя2 години ago

Feeding Strangers Every Evening for Fifteen Years – Until One Day

For fifteen years, every evening at six oclock, Margaret Shaw placed a steaming meal on the same greenpainted bench in...

З життя2 години ago

Kostik Gazed Through the Dusty Windows of His Wheelchair, Watching Life Outside

Charlie Carter sat in his wheelchair, staring through the grimecaked windows at the courtyard beyond. Bad luck had it that...

З життя3 години ago

The Granddaughter of the Granny

Theres a mum and theres a daughter and in my case the daughter turned out to be my mates little...

З життя3 години ago

When the Door Closed Behind Svetlana Arkadyeva, Only Three Remained in the Office – Sophia, Her Young Daughter, and the Tall Man in the Expensive Suit.

Dear Diary, When the heavy oak door finally shut behind Mrs. Margaret Whitfield, the interview room felt suddenly intimatejust three...

З життя4 години ago

Peter then said it calmly, almost tenderly:

Peter said calmly, almost kindly: Why should you work, love? I earn enough. You look after the house, us, the...

З життя4 години ago

The Legacy of Donka: A Tale of Heritage and Heart

What a granddaughter you have, William D., darkeyed and whitetoothed. In whom does such a child appear? Not yours, perhaps?...