Walton Merritt

The Late Call Oliver stepped out of the office. A heavy grey sky pressed down on London, suffocating the city.

**Diary Entry – 12th May** “So, you’re not inviting me to the wedding, then? Ashamed of me, are you?

The Spectre Thomas was driving home from his parents’ summer cottage in the countryside. The old house

Emily couldn’t stand her name, and even less her surname—Weasley. Kids, as anyone knows, can be merciless

Sarah had just slipped into her favourite summer dress, dabbed a hint of lipstick on her thin lips, and

The Saviour Only a hundred miles remained when the headlights of the car illuminated a red vehicle parked

Every morning at half four, Emily Whittaker arrived at The Hearth & Crust, a snug little bakery

The Hidden Note in a Charity Shop Dress—What Followed Still Feels Like Magic I was never one to draw

One blustery evening in January 1991, the wind roared through the frosty hills of Ashford, a sleepy Cotswold

On a bleak winter afternoon in London, beneath a sky heavy with drizzle, a young woman named Beatrice