Author: Harlan Covington
23October2025 Dear Mrs. Thatcher, Im writing this in my notebook because I need to get everything out
You know how we always fuss over the old folks, right? My older brother finally turned up from across the pond.
22June2025 Dear Diary, I was born in a tiny village in the Midlands. Im now twentytwo, and my mother
Dear Diary, Granddad, look! I pressed my nose against the kitchen window. A dog! Just beyond the garden
He always felt as though his life were running on a sidetrack, the main train already vanished into the distance.
15 October 2023 I live on the edge of Little Wrenford, a hamlet that seems forgotten by the map.
Dear Diary, This afternoon I was ambling along the banks of Lake Windermere, when I spotted a lone wild
Mother, you really shouldnt bother coming now, my son Alex said. Think about it: the journey is long
When Eleanor turned thirty, the world around her seemed to have settled into a long, uneasy pause.
The house on the edge of the village They pulled up to the house at dusk, the sky already turning a pale









