Emily Taylor

“Don’t worry, I won’t stay long—just a week or so until I sort out my living situation.

James sat staring at his phone for what felt like an age. He’d put this off long enough. Finally, drawing

The door creaked open slightly, and a young woman peeked in. “Can I come in?” “

**Love – A Diary Entry** James sat there for a long while, staring at his phone. He’d been putting this

**Diary Entry** The phone rang. “Hello, Emily?” The voice was familiar, pulling me from my thoughts.

The phone rang, shattering the quiet of the living room. The familiar voice on the other end sent a jolt

“I’m taking back the keys to my flat. You won’t get another penny from me, Mum.”

**The Actress** Eliza stepped into the tube carriage and slumped onto the seat. Why had she worn heeled boots?

**The Flat, or The Story of One Family** Emily walked home from school slowly, wondering how to keep

The Price of Happiness Denis lay on the sofa, his eyes half-closed as he listened to the sounds inside