Emily Taylor

“You there, young man! You hit my car!” A slender woman wrapped in a white wool coat stood

The End Emily sat alone at the dinner table for what felt like the hundredth time. The clock ticked past

**”That’s Why We Raise You”** *”I’ve given you more than anyone, so I deserve more

Dear Diary, What on earth is it with the habit of eating with a phone in hand?! Either put that phone

The Fateful Journey Home On a frosty December morning, Eleanor and her husband, William, set off for

**The Lost Letter** “I was sorting through some old things the other day,” said Michael Thompson, “

The Warmest Neck to Lean On “Stop right there! He frittered away my money, and now I owe him?

– What’s with the habit of eating with your phone in hand? Either put your phone away or step away

“Thank you, my dear Vinnie! I don’t know what I’d do without you,” flashed the notification

“Found Himself a Warmer Nest” “Hold on a second! He’s been frittering away my money