Emily Taylor

Emily tossed aside the duvet, flipped her damp pillow to the cooler side, and settled back down.

Kiera kept glancing at the clock. Time was crawling at a snail’s pace, slow and sticky. There was still

**Diary Entry – 12th May** It was a quiet Tuesday afternoon when Mr. Bennett walked in—our regular, always

Oliver pulled up to the petrol pump and rolled down his window. “Premium unleaded, fill it up,”

It was a quiet Tuesday afternoon when the old gentleman strolled in—Mr. Edmund, one of our regulars.

**”DESTITUTE AND STARVING”: The Sign Held by a Woman I Took In—Only to Be Cast Out of My

*”Are you listening? I just want to open your eyes…”* Eleanor sat at the kitchen table, lost

**”HOMELESS AND HUNGRY”: The Sign Held by a Woman I Took In—Only to Be Thrown Out of My Own

Walking Among Clouds A fine rain drizzled from the grey sky. Daniel turned his face upwards, and his

A Time to Mend the Mistake Lydia didn’t want to tell her mother what had happened at the lake.