Kate Harper drifts past the shop windows, eyeballing the pastries and taking mental bites. She lets her mind wander, wondering what her skimpy wallet might actually...
Dear Diary, I cant remember my parents at all. My father walked out while my mother was still pregnant, and after that I never heard his...
13August Im writing this from a quiet corner of the attic, curled on an old patchwork quilt. The scent of fresh straw and the distant hum...
ONCALL I stepped into the delivery suite to watch the fetal heartrate trace during labour. The babys cardiogram was perfectly normal. As I followed the looping...
Listen, love, Ive got to tell you about the new girl at the firm its a proper laugh. So, right at the start, the bosstype secretary,...
The fortuneteller gave me a warning Whats the fuss, love? the owner of the cosy cottage shot me a sharp look, never stopping the way she...
Emma sits on the doorstep of her modest house on the outskirts of Manchester, watching a filthy dog that has made the gate its permanent perch....
Dear Diary, Did you ever hear that the odd lady on the ground floor is actually a monster? Harry, as if nothing had happened, was munching...
15March Ive spent the afternoon darting from the bedroom to the hallway, trying to cram the essentials into a battered suitcase. My movements were frantic, as...
Lucy, youve gone and lost your mind at retirement age! Youve got grandkids marching off to school, and now youre talking about a wedding? Thats what...
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...