*Diary Entry 12th June 2024* I caught myself thinking todayperhaps our family is all wrong. “Its so good to have you,” William said, pulling his wife...
**The Boy with a Wounded Heart and the Rescued Dog** Thomas shoved the front door open, letting the cold twilight seep into the dim hallway. Stepping...
“Daddy, dont go! Please, dont leave us! Dad, dont buy me anything else, or for Alfie either. Just stay with us! We dont need toy cars...
Tommy shoved the front door open, letting the cold, dim light of early dusk spill into the dark hallway. Stepping inside, he didnt make his usual...
Betrayal, Shock, and Secrets. Natalie was preparing dinner when there was a knock at the door. *Strangethe doorbell works, and all our friends know that,* she...
**Betrayal, Shock, and Secrets** I was preparing dinner when the doorbell rang. Strangeeveryone I know usually calls ahead. Opening the door, I found a woman about...
**Diary Entry** I woke at five in the morning, the first hints of dawn barely colouring the sky outside. Beside me, James snored softly, one arm...
She wasnt their real mother, those five But who could tell? Ethan lost his wife. She never recovered from the last childbirth. Grieve or not, he...
**Diary Entry June 12th** I woke at five this morning, just as the first streaks of dawn crept through the curtains. Beside me, James snored softly,...
**Diary Entry 21st of October, 1972** She wasnt theirs by blood, those five But whod ever say it? Ethan lost his wife. She never recovered from...
I remember old Ethel Whitby, who lived on the fringe of a tiny village called Littleford, way out in the...
While ambling along the banks of Windermere, Imogen spied a lone goose looking rather like it was pleading for a...
Mother, you really shouldnt bother making the trip now, my son Alex said, his voice flat over the phone. Its...
When Poppy turned thirty, the world around her seemed to stretch into a single, endless pause. By day she sat...
Hey love, pull up a chair and let me tell you about the night we spent in that old cottage...
Dear Diary, Simon decided, without consulting me, to send our nineyearold son Harry to his mothers cottage in Ashwick, a...
I took my friend in after her divorce. Over time I realized I was slowly turning into a servant in...
The first time Elizabeth Hart saw Andrew Bennett at work, he had just turned up for an interview in the...
Someone stole my clothes, cowboy! Help me! a woman wailed by the pond. A battered threewheeler clattered to a stop...
Morning started just the way it always did. Andrew Sinclair woke up a minute before his alarm, like hed been...