I remember it well, as if it were a scene from the old terraced flats on Orchard Street in Manchester, the kind of place where the...
Auntie Elsie, the kindhearted village lady with her green kerchief tucked tight under her chin, stands in a modest corner of the bustling Saturday market in...
Madam, please dont be cross with me could I have one of those lovely doughnuts? the trembling old woman asked the baker at the corner bap...
Emily stood before the bedroom mirror, smoothing cream over her skin. The July heat had only just begun, yet the flat already felt stifling. Outside, the...
May God have mercy on him. Were you the wife of the departed? I have something important to tell you, something the late Mr. Edward Whitaker...
Dear Diary, Winter found me finally deciding to sell the little cottage Id clung to for years and move in with my son. My daughterinlaw and...
The boy awoke to his mothers low moan and slipped to her bedside. Mum, does it hurt? he asked. Matthew, fetch me some water! she replied....
Lucy, where are you off to? Max asked, surprised to see her heading for the bedroom. To my bed, what else? she sighed, rubbing her eyes....
June 3, 2025 Diary Im fortyseven now, a plainspoken bloke from the north of England. Ive never been married and Ive never felt the urge to...
Madam, please dont be cross with me but could I have one of those beautiful pretzels? the trembling old woman asked the baker at the corner...
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...