Author: Walton Merritt

The icy wind cut through the air like needles, but Edgar felt nothing. His heart had turned to a frozen

I’ve been married for four years, and my husband has been nothing short of the perfect partner—hardly

**Diary Entry** *June 3rd* “Are you serious?” Edward’s voice wavered, not from surprise

Matthew pulled his car up to the cemetery gates and took a deep breath. How many times had he meant to

This tale may seem ordinary, yet there’s a lesson in it—a couple just over fifty, having celebrated their

**Diary Entry** *March 12th* “What do you even know about cooking?” snapped Margaret Wilkes

Charlotte stood by the window, watching the backyard where her husband, Oliver, was deep in conversation

In the grand corridors of St. Hilda’s Secondary, the air carried a hint of polished wood and old money.

On my 47th birthday, I set the table for three—one chair painfully empty. Two years without a word from

Snow fell thick and silent over London, unnoticed by a city bustling beneath its glow. Streetlights flickered