The summer sun beat down mercilessly, the street simmering in heat. Sam hustled away from the bus shelter, a battered gym bag slung over his shoulder,...
Victor Randolph lifted the collar of his crisp white shirt and barked, Nora, the tie! He snatched the silk strip from his wifes hand, fixed her...
Look at her, off to work again, whispered a neighbour, low enough to sound like a breath but loud enough for everyone to hear. Did you...
I still recall that bustling Saturday market in the old square of Bath, as if it were yesterday. Stalls brimmed with produce, hawkers hurried about, and...
June 3 I woke up to the empty echo of the flat, the kind of silence that feels heavy enough to choke on. Outside the street...
I remember the little miracle that changed Ethels world. Ethel had been in the childrens home for a month now. She had been placed there after...
23October2025 Diary The rain was a soft mist over the old churchyard, and the black umbrellas swayed like raven wings over a freshly dug grave. Andrew...
The boy wakes to his mothers groan. He leans over her bed. Mum, does it hurt? he asks. Matt, fetch me some water! she snaps. Im...
Please let me go, the woman whispers, her voice trembling. Im not leaving this house. Its my home. Tears that have not yet fallen shine in...
Emma, where are you off to? her husband asked, surprised to see her heading for the bedroom. To the little bed, what else? she replied, weary....
Ill never forget the night I brought my wife, Eleanor, home from St.Marys Hospital in Devon. Shed given birth to...
The Hawthorne manor sits quiet almost every dayspotless, chilled, and costly. Jonathan Hawthorne, a millionaire always in a sharp suit...
Ellie had always lived, as the saying goes, by the book, trudging along a dull, overused lane with her head...
Enough! Im done carrying the whole lot of you on my back! No more penniesgo feed yourselves however you wish!...
The street was bustling today, as it always is in spring when the city finally feels the warm sun after...
Her boss Sally was hurrying to the office, dreadfully lateshe imagined the nightmare of standing before the editorinchief without having...
Youre a burden, not a wife, my motherinlaw announced, her voice cutting through the chatter as I was refilling the...
The old matriarch, Margaret Whitcombe, tended to her potted ferns on the sill, each leaf glistening like tiny lanterns. Suddenly...
Go on and trash your mum all you like, but if you utter another word about my mother that I...
Im Thomas Miller, a farmhand from the little village of Somerby in North Yorkshire, and Ill tell you how Valerie...