**The Ungrateful** “Emily, we’re starving! Stop lying around!” Her husbands irritated voice cut through the fog of her aching head. Her throat burned, her nose was...
“Youve got no heart at all. Cant you see how much Daniels struggling? Hes your brotheryou couldve helped him out. Its always about you, isnt it?”...
At sixty-five, it dawned on me that our children no longer needed us. For the first time in my life, I found myself asking: after everything...
**Diary Entry 12th May** Its strange how life twists and turns. Met a girl todayEmily, her name wasworking as a waitress at The Royal Oak, one...
Every afternoon after leaving secondary school, Thomas walked along the cobbled streets with his backpack slung over one shoulder and a wildflower carefully cradled between his...
On a dreary Tuesday afternoon in the winter of 2011, the town of Chesterfield lay under a blanket of grey clouds, the chill biting at every...
The salty breeze tousled Marinas hair as she squinted against the sunlight, dabbing her brush against the canvas. The blue blended softly into indigo, capturing the...
In the heart of the English countryside, surrounded by golden wheat fields and rolling pastures, stood the old farmhouse of Willowbrook. On a mild afternoon, two...
At sixty-five, she realised the worst thing wasnt being aloneit was begging her children for a call, knowing full well she was just an inconvenience. *”Mum,...
My husband and stepdaughter always ignored me, so I quietly left. Then they started to panic… My name is Mary. Im thirty years old, work as...