Author: Walton Merritt
The old oak tree was gnarled but still stood strong in the middle of the playground at the village school
**Diary Entry – December 12th** The snow fell heavily from the grey sky, blanketing the park in a thick
Months later, Stanley had become an essential part of Anna’s home. He planted flowers with her, cooked
Imagine a place where everyone matters just as much as anyone else. Where the cleaner’s name is known
Edward Grant stood in the doorway, his heart thundering as he watched what unfolded before him.
He sits down at a table in the coffee shop, looking disheveled as if he’s just left the streets, but
Emily Whitaker feels that no one is glad she has to go out again, hunting for a new hide‑out and some
19 July I’m still hearing the endless “When will dinner be ready?” echo through the cramped kitchen.
My dad thought it was right to marry me off to a beggar just because I was born blind—what came after
I sit by the kitchen window, the rain tapping against the panes, and try to put the tangled years of