Emily Taylor

Childhood Hurts Emily spread the porridge onto plates, drawing a funny face in jam on her son’s portion.

Once upon a time, in a tumbledown cottage at the edge of a sleepy Yorkshire village, a young woman appeared

So, I was sitting across from my daughter at this cute little café in London, watching her face glow

I can’t stand late-night phone calls. Decent people don’t ring at such an hour unless something truly

The moment my husband left, his mother showed up unannounced I’ve always hated late-night calls.

**Diary Entry – June 12th** The hospital room was dimly lit, the glow from the lamp barely touching the

If only he’d known how it would end… The bus jolted over potholes, the driver cursing as he swerved

“Everything alright in there? Maisie, open up.” Polly hammered her fists harder against the

The small hospital room was shrouded in soft shadows. A dim bedside lamp cast a faint glow on the girl’s face.

“Are you alright in there? Amelia, open the door.” Polly hammered her fists harder against