Dont forget, youve lived in my flat your whole life. Here we go again. Will you hold this over me forever? Margaret and Edward had been...
**Diary Entry** The day we buried my husband, a soft rain fell. That little black umbrella did nothing to shield the loneliness in my heart. Holding...
Hearing footsteps, Emma quickly deleted the message that said how much the sender missed her and couldnt wait to meet again, then placed the phone back...
The world where warmth, compassion, and priceless moments of true humanity still exist She mewed softly, almost hopefullyas if pleading for helpbut the passersby either didnt...
That day, a woman turned up at my doorstep whom I hadnt seen in five years. Margaret Whitmore. In our village of Willowbrook, folks called her...
**Diary Entry** The drizzle fell softlylike a delicate curtain of rainas people hurried past with umbrellas and downcast eyes. But no one paid attention to the...
Late autumn, early morning on a workdaythe city still yawned, but tyres already whispered along the country road. Roland Chalin stood by the open gate, gripping...
The father saw the bruise beneath his daughters eye and made a callhis son-in-laws life was about to unravel. Emily stood in the doorway, greeting her...
Sometimes life hands us unexpected gifts. My story began one night as I slept, while my dear friend asked me questions to which I replied in...
This fence is the only place that doesnt drive me away. Sometimes I feel like Ive grown attached to it People walked pastsome hurried, others slow,...