Eleanor Harpers heart no longer ached, no longer wept. When her husband Zachary died in a freak accident just eight years after theyd moved to the...
You know how every block has that one nosy lady who shouts from her kitchen window if anyones smoking on the pavement because she smells it...
Ill be late, weve got a massive backlog on the site, Victorias voice came muffled, the angle grinder roaring in the background. Can you hear me...
15April2025 Dear Diary, I never imagined that, at my age, I would be planning another wedding. When I told my sister, Gertrude, that I was going...
Youre hopeless, Max. Ive had enough, Max. I cant live like this any longer and, yeah, Im filing for divorce. She blurted it out as if...
10May2025 Diary Today my daughter Emma shoved me against the kitchen wall and snarled, Youre going to a care home, or you can sleep out with...
Evelyn was darting from room to room, trying to cram the essentials into her suitcase. Her movements were frantic, like someone was right on her heels....
The ache in my soul had finally subsided, and the tears had dried. When my husband Arthur met his tragic end, I could no longer bear...
Poppy, Im getting married, said Molly, flashing an embarrassed grin. The weddings next Friday. Will you come? Id love to see you there. Are you joking?...
Diary 12March No ones holding me back Will be late weve got a complete backlog on the site, Victorias voice crackled, the hum of an angle...
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...
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....