Ian Whitaker rushes down the bustling high street, his mind racing as if a hidden foe chases him. He has a boardroom vote in an hour...
Ill tell you a tale thats been going round the village of Bramley for a good while now. It all began when Mrs. Margaret Whitford, the...
Dear Diary, After those words, am I supposed to sit here, put on a brave face and smile? Nolet the celebration go on without me! With...
Heres the menu, have everything ready by five; Im not going to spend my jubilee standing in the kitchen, the motherinlaw commands, though she immediately regrets...
I realised that my motherinlaw was ill, keeping her diagnosis secret while still fussing over meher daughterinlaw. Even now she was already planning how to secure...
Close the fridge and get out, that’s all Im saying, I muttered, feeling completely fed up with Mums endless inspections. The keys rattled in the lock...
I recall how my brother declared, Well spend the entire summer at your cottage, as if it were a simple plan. I had barely found the...
Dont you dare cross me, or my son will throw you out the door! I dont care whose flat this is! shouted the motherinlaw. Emily set...
The air in the garden seemed to have stopped moving. It hung heavy, thick with the scents of summer and something bitter, acridlike burnt plastic mixed...
Uncle, take my little sistershe hasnt eaten anything for days, the boy yells, his voice snapping through the streets clamor. Uncle, please take my sister. Shes...
The High Street was noisy today, just like any spring day here in London when the city finally wakes up...
Emily was racing to work, terribly latean absolute nightmare! If she didnt duck through the turnstile before the editorinchief, shed...
Rain taps against the windowsill of the rented onebed flat in Camden. Andrew watches the droplets trace whimsical patterns on...
Granddad, eek! Sam, lanky and wrapped in an oversized coat, tugged at his grandfathers arm, his little fingers still probing...
Dear Diary, This morning I was watering the geraniums on the windowsill when Elsie burst into the kitchen, her face...
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...