Fate reaches out Emma’s family seems normal at first: a dad, a mum, everything appears to be in order. By the time she reaches Year6, Emma...
Son, tell me what you saw in her? Margaret Hargreaves voice cut through the quiet of the kitchen. A girl from some backwater hamlet, no schooling,...
Sarah had already had enough. No, dear, the motherinlaw snapped, you had the child for yourself, so look after little Andy on your own. Im not...
June 14, 2025 My own little notebook, tucked into the nightstand I can still hear the crackle of the phone as Emily’s voice bursts through the...
The mist lifts Lately Sarah Whitaker finds herself drifting through her own thoughts. Life feels dullevery day repeats the same pattern. She does have a family:...
I often think back to those years, long before the world seemed to settle into the quiet rhythm we now know. It began on a rainy...
Eleanor gazed at Beatrice with a steady calm. There was no rage nor fear in her eyes, only a sharp serenity, like the edge of a...
If all you ever asked me about was food, you might as well stop calling. Ive got bigger things on my mind than chatting about meals...
Without me youd achieve nothing, Emily said, flicking a speck of dust off her nose as she slumped back in her chair at the little coffee...
17October Im writing this as the night finally settled over the old council estate on the edge of Birmingham. Earlier this afternoon Id been driving down...
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...