Dear Diary, Its been five years since my divorce, and I finally decided I was ready to give a serious relationship another shot. On paper Im...
Victor is only three when his mother dies in his arms. She is thrown from a roaring motorbike that hurtles toward them, her red dress flaring...
Dear Diary, This morning I almost slept through work. I dreaded leaving the cosy nest of my bedroom, the way the warm duvet clung to my...
Maggie is condemned in the village the very day a bulge shows under her coat. She is fortytwo, a widow, and the gossip swirls like storm...
Winter rolled around and I finally decided to sell the old cottage and move in with my son. My daughterinlaw and James had been urging me...
Dear Diary, During dinner, my daughter slipped a folded note onto the table in front of me. Pretend youre ill and get out of here, it...
Ethel had lived for years in a tiny cottage on the very edge of the village of Brindleford. When people said she was lonely, she would...
March 12 I sit here after a long shift in the paediatric ward of St. Mary’s Hospital, London, and I feel the weight of todays events...
20May 2024 I have never imagined I would be the one to write down the tale of the untamable black horse that was to be put...
I almost slept through work this morning, I tell you. I was snug as a bug in my own little nest, wrapped the blanket right up...
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...