Author: Cyrus Hargrave
The forest was swallowed by an inky blackness. On the damp earth, beneath an ancient oak, sat an old man.
I had just gone through my second divorce and decided relationships werent for me anymore. I didnt want
“Back again to pester me, are you? Look at him, the little lordling! Fancies himself posh, demanding
Emma packs her bags and walks away from you. “Where are you going?” “What difference
Long ago, on what should have been the happiest day of my life, I stood at the altar with nearly two
**Diary Entry** Ill never forget the night little Emily stopped me at the petrol station. Barefoot in
What a fine sense of fairness you have, Helen! Olga burst out, unable to hold back any longer.
Oh, my dears, what a day it turned out to be Grey and weepy, as if the very sky knew of the sorrow unfolding
**Diary Entry Summer with the Grandkids** “Blimey, you really dont know modern children, do you?”