Emily Taylor

I slipped into the delivery suite of St.Marys Hospital, London, as if the corridors were rivers of white light.

The fortunetellers stare cut through the dim cottage like a cold wind. Do you have the courage to ask, dear?

Did you ever hear that the strange lady on the groundfloor landing was actually a monster? I remember

For years I lingered as a quiet shadow among the towering stacks of the municipal library. No one truly

Lucy, youve gone mad in your golden years! Your grandkids are already heading off to school, and youre

5May2025 Today I finally put pen to paper about the wreckage I helped create. Im James Whitaker, once

June 12, 2025 The day began with Margaret Hughess voice booming from the kitchen: Let your wife stay

28October2025 My notebook, a rainspattered bench outside the little pastry shop on Abbey Road, Manchester.

Dear Diary, Im Andrew, twentyfour when I tied the knot, and Emily was twentytwo. Shes the only child

Emma had been a lover for years, never quite catching the marriage train. She lingered in the single