Emily Taylor

I Don’t Hate You Nothings really changed, has it Harriet nervously fiddled with the edge of her

No Wedding Lily stepped into the room and froze on the threshold. Before her, Mary stood in her wedding

No Means No It must have been over a decade ago, but I remember that early Monday morning in the London

An Empty Space “You’ve become nothing, Sophie. Do you understand? Nothing. A space.”

No Right to Weakness Please come. Im in hospital. When Alice sent that text, I barely thought to change

Without Any Fuss It seems now long ago, on one of those dusky London evenings, Thomas leaned back on

Fragments of Friendship I trudged through the door after another long, wearying day. My movements felt

Home Footage The baby monitor sat atop the sideboard, peering not at her son’s cot, but at the

Liberation I woke with a sudden start, jerked awake by the piercing blare of my phone. In the dim half-light

Where Happiness Grows Mum, look what Ive done! I worked so hard on it, and the teacher praised me!