28July2025 Dear Diary, Tonight I finally found myself at a wedding I never intended to attend the very one from which the bride made a spectacular...
20October2025 I set off early this morning, the wind biting my cheeks as I trudged along the lonely lane that skirts the A61 out of Harrogate....
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Power comes with a price, loves a lottery youll always lose, warned Grandmother Morrigan as she handed Morgana the familys witchcraft secrets. Morgana tucked the warning...
Olivia grew up in a comfortable family. Her dad was a senior manager, Mum stayed at home looking after their only daughter, ironing dads suits and...
Is it a worry or a diagnosis? I didnt know how to phrase it. She looked as if she were buying a loaf of bread with...
The marble slab of the kitchen floor was cold, hard, relentless. On that icy surface sat Mrs. Margaret Whitfield, a frail woman of seventytwo, curled into...
Dear Diary, Tonight a raucous soirée turned into a stark reminder of how quickly civility can shatter. An arrogant woman, Harriet, ripped the hem of Emilys...
Every courtyard has that one lady who shrieks from her window whenever someone smokes beneath it, complaining that her flat smells of ash. She chases teenagers...
The first time I ever set foot at a wedding was the day the bride fled. Had someone told me such a tale, I might have...
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...
I stared at the screen, my hands clenched around a steaming mug of tea. A text from James was brutally...
“I’m fed up with hauling you all on my back! Not a single penny leftgo feed yourselves however you wish!”...
Dear Diary, That’s not my child, the magnate snarled, ordering his wife to take the infant and leave the house....
He chased his wife from the flat, laughing that all shed been left with was a battered old Hotpoint fridge....
You’re a burden, not a wife, my motherinlaw snaps in front of the whole family while Im pouring tea, not...
You’re broke, and I’m successful! Mark bellowed, unaware that I had just sold my useless blog for a fortune. Did...
Go ahead and badmouth your mum all you like, but if you say even one word about my mother that...