Author: Walton Merritt

The fading light outside warned evening approached, yet Mum hadn’t returned. Lily, spinning her

Henry lingered before the familiar door, unable to summon the courage to ring the bell. A bulky holdall

Most say girls like me have a “gift.” I always called it a curse. But let’s start properly.

Right, got this memory that always gets me. Lost both parents by six. Mam died giving birth to me little

The tea kettle whistled like a ghost trapped inside, its mournful cry echoing through the Camberwell

I recall the bewildering phone call as if it were yesterday. “I’ve no idea what’

“I’m not going!” Emily shouted, slamming her bedroom door shut with a bang. “Oh, listen to her majesty!

“One may lie soft but sleep rough.” “So, this time, I do hope you’re not just

You know how weddings are meant to be happy, right? But sometimes, they show a different side of people.

Timothy’s arrival surprised the world. Nobody seemed ready for him. Yet here he is, demanding food, attention