Cyrus Hargrave

**The Peace Pie** “Emma, I swear, if that Mr. Wilkinson bangs on the ceiling one more time, I’m

**Diary Entry – 15th October** The tension was thick enough to slice with a knife. “Are you sure

“Mum, did you ever want to be an artist too?” Emily sat at the kitchen table, clutching a

The House by the Fens Emma stood in the middle of the overgrown yard, waist-deep in thistles and nettles

Emily had first seen the lighthouse in a picture book when she was five. It stood tall and solitary against

He never got to plant the tree. I did it for us. Emily sat at the old oak table in the lounge, her husband’s

“Lena, you’ve dragged more of your rag nonsense home again, haven’t you?” Mum huffed as she

**You Didn’t Earn My Tears** *”Never forget, Evelyn: if it weren’t for me, you’d never have amounted

**Three Women, One Kitchen, and Not a Drop of Peace** Monday was mine, Tuesday for Mum, Wednesday for

The Leash of Discord “Daniel, get up and walk Baron—I’m not a robot!” Andrew Carter