Emily Taylor

The morning began with a strange silence in the hallway. Emily Whitaker noticed that the wall clock had

Snow hammered the streets of London that Christmas Eve, laying a thick, hushed blanket of white over

Silence. It was so complete that Edward at first could not tell what had roused him. Not the alarm clock

I still recall those days as if they were a faded tapestry hanging in the attic of my mind.

Youre to blame for not having money: no one forced you to get married and have children, my mother snapped

A week after wed been away the Thompsons pulled up in their little motor launch, the last to leave the

A cool October evening settled over the little cottage on the outskirts of York. Margaret Turner curled

Two sides of solitude Amelia Harding stood before the bathroom mirror, biting the lower lip.

Youve thrown away your studies for this love of yours! We sent you to school, not to get married!

The clever otter, pleading, approached the people for help and, in gratitude, left a generous payment.