Emily Taylor

**Diary Entry – A House Returned** Lydia Whitaker stood by the window, staring at the neighbouring garden

**What Goes Around Comes Around** Rash actions often obscure the truth—that nothing happens without reason.

“Alright, here’s my number—get settled in, I’ve got to dash. My flight to holiday leaves

**Fate’s Strange Ways** Edward wasn’t a young man anymore. He’d lost his wife five years ago after a

**Late Autumn** As school drew to a close, Emily finally decided on university, though she’d wavered

Life moves fast, no time to dwell on things too long. It’s complicated and sometimes unfair, but every

Waiting for Something Emily sat on the bench in her garden, nibbling a Bounty bar—her favourite chocolate

Oh, my dear, come sit beside me, for I want to tell you a story—not just any story, but one that tugs

Long Lashes and an Empty Heart: A Tale of Choosing Wisely Gather round, dear friends, and listen close

Ah, my dear grandchildren, come closer to the hearth, for my bones ache with age, and my heart longs