Oliver lived in a ninestorey council block where the walls were thinner than a teabag and every neighbours sneeze bounced off the radiators like a bad...
Open the rucksack at once! the words cut through the air. In the bustling shoemaking hall of the Manchester plant, the clatter of machines fell silent....
Hey love, you wont believe what I overheard it finally made sense why he married me in the first place. Enough with the flirting, Lena, he...
Have you noticed her, ladies, the woman in our ward? Shes already aged Yes, her hair is completely silver. She must have grandchildren somewhere, but she...
June 12th Lake Windermere The annual family gathering by the lake always starts the same way: pinescented air, folding tables under the porch, the gentle lapping...
I often think back to those days when I was a thinspun widow who lived on a modest pension. One crisp autumn morning, I took my...
Dear Diary, I was already lateagain latefor the meeting with the maître d’ of The White Rose, the upscale restaurant in Mayfair where my wedding is...
Never stop believing in happiness Once, in the reckless bloom of youth, Emily wandered into a bustling fair in Brighton. A gypsy with eyes as dark...
I awoke in my tenstorey council block on a damp morning in Manchester, the walls as thin as tissue paper, so a neighbours sneeze reverberates through...
Simon slammed his mug onto the saucer with a clang that sounded like a distant church bell. The tea splashed across the tablecloth, spreading a brown...
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...