Author: Emily Taylor
A wolf dragged a strange basket out of the snow-laden woods and carried it straight to a lonely cottage.
Poppy Hargreaves arrived at the hospital alone. No one waited beside her through the hours of labour;
On the eve of New Year’s Eve, it’s especially easy to believe in miracles. Today I want to share a story
I packed my bag. I’ll stay at Mum’s. I’m sick of this circus,” James announced, without even glancing
**July 12th** Margaret had already rung everyone, she announced in a tone that suggested she’d just given
“The removal men will be here in half an hour,” my husband David blurted out, avoiding my eyes and fiddling
– “Come on, Rusty, let’s go then…” Dave muttered, adjusting the homemade lead made from an old rope.
My husband hasn’t worked for six months, sleeps until lunch, and thinks I should feed him. So I quit
**Diary Entry – 15th June** Michael Thompson put the phone down and stared at it for a few seconds, as
Victor found him by the roadside in October. The puppy sat on the edge of the highway, soaked and tiny









