Emily Taylor

**Diary Entry** I told everything to Charles. Every word that left my lips felt foreign, as though it

On the corner of High Street, in York, there stood a mannequin in the window of a clothing shop.

On the corner of High Street in York, there stood a mannequin in the window of a clothing shop.

It was the kind of day that lingers in your bones. The air hummed with the fragrance of roses and lavender

**The Guest Who Overstayed** Marina Stevenson stood at her kitchen window, watching as a beat-up Ford

They came while we slept. Margaret awoke to a sound she couldn’t place at first—a faint creak of floorboards

Laughter Through Hurt Margaret Williams set a bowl of beef stew in front of her granddaughter and sat

**The Third Room** “Don’t you dare go in there!” Margaret Smith shouted, rushing from the

**Laughter Through the Hurt** Evelyn Whitmore set a bowl of beef stew in front of her granddaughter and

**Diary Entry – 16th October** Bloody hell, that racket again. “Turn that blasted telly down!”