Olivia Whitmore dragged herself up the driveway, bone-tired yet relieved to be home after the long weekend away. For the first time in ages, she and...
“WHO COULDN’T LOVE” “Alright then, which one of you is Lily?” The girl squinted at us with a sly, knowing look, her fingers tapping against the...
**Diary Entry 12th November** The shout came from belowsharp, urgentcutting through the quiet of the grand Harrington Hall. “Fire! The kitchens on fire!” Within moments, chaos...
**Diary Entry, 14th of May, 1892** In a quiet village in the rolling hills of Devon, there lived a man named Thomas Whitmore, a seventy-year-old widower...
**Diary Entry** *”Time to meet the sharks,” my daughter-in-law murmured before shoving me overboard. My son stood by, grinning, as the waves swallowed me whole. His...
The morning bell hadnt yet chimed when Oliver Whitby slunk into St. Albans Secondary, shoulders hunched, praying no one would glance his way. But they always...
My wife Charlotte passed away five years ago. Ive been raising our daughter Amelia on my own ever since. We attended my closest friend Olivers wedding,...
Oliver Whitcombe had always been the jewel of the Whitcombe dynasty. From his earliest days, he basked in the pride of his affluent parents, pillars of...
The Man Who Planted Trees to Breathe Again When he was diagnosed with COPD, Peter Dawson was 58 and had smoked since he was 14. For...
A wedding night ought to be the most blissful moment in a womans life. There I sat at the dressing table, my lipstick still untouched, listening...