Emily Taylor

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

15April2025 Dear Diary, In the courtyard of the fivestorey council block on the outskirts of Manchester

In my home there wasnt always food. My mother did what she could, but sometimes the money didnt even

Maxim, whats this? the girl asked sharply, holding a shirt in her hands. Whats that pink stain?

Hey love, picture this: George Peterson lives at the very end of the lane, in a little but solid cottage.

For two hours Kateryna had been waiting in line outside Baba Ninas hut. The village witch was her last hope.

Patience, my dear, her mother urged. Youre now part of another family, so you must respect their customs.

I have often thought back to the days I spent watching over the little courtyard behind the rows of terraced

28May2025 Diary Ive just earned my architecture degree with firstclass honours, dreaming of a studio

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