Emily Taylor

One bleak February afternoon, a young woman named Poppy hurried down High Street, her woolen scarf cinched

There was this woman, Charlotte, who fancied a bloke named James. Proper smitten, she was—couldn’t stop

**Diary Entry – 12th October** I fancied a man once. Truly fancied him. There was something about him—his

The icy wind cut through the air like needles, but George felt nothing. Inside him, everything had frozen—his

The shrill ring of the doorbell cut through the quiet flat. Lucy tossed her apron aside, wiped her hands

**And What Did You See in Him?** Emily stepped out of the shop and was descending the steps when a sleek

The icy wind bit into his face like needles, but Edward barely felt it. Inside, he was frozen solid—his

“What on earth is this?” Emily snapped, standing in the middle of the living room, barely hiding her

“What on earth is this?!” cried Emily, unable to hide her frustration as she stood in the

The cramped hospital room was bathed in pale, flickering light from a single lamp. It barely touched