Author: Emily Taylor
A Daughter Fades, A Mother Flourishes Autumn in Littleford this year is harsh and damp. Rain rattles
Do you remember, Emily Hed gotten used to peering into their window since they lived on the ground floor.
Shadows of the Past
On a rainy October morning in London, Valentina Michaels gently dusted the spin…
Shadows of the Past Margaret Edwards was carefully dusting the spines of ancient Dickens volumes when
HOMELESSI found myself with nowhere to goliterally nowhere. A couple of nights at the train station, perhaps.
The Caring Home
Alex woke up exactly at 7:00. Not to the sound of an alarm clock—but by AMELIA, who…
The Caring House Arthur woke up precisely at 7:00am. Not because of an alarm clockno, AMY had gently
Oh, that grandmotherremarried and hurt her children! On Saturday morning, Alice arrived at her mothers
You were never really my husband, William… An old woman sat by her husband’s bedside, gently
INSTEAD OF WINGS, A BOOMERANG BEHIND THE BACK Ill ruin your lives, just you wait! my brothers wife screamed
LOVE WITH THE TANG OF WORMWOODTheir love didnt smell like roses or honey; it reeked of dusty country
One Simple Request Long ago, I learned that Granny had moved from a neighbour, Mrs. Kent. Every year