Harlan Covington

It was a bright summer day, the sun beating down upon the thatched roofs of Littleford. Sam Clarke walked

22December2025 I awoke to the clatter of the old radiator and the familiar scent of fresh coffee wafting

Mark lay comatose for a week while I wept beside his hospital bed. A sixyearold girl whispered, Its a

Ill never forget the day little Poppy first arrived at the London childrens home. Shed been taken there

Please, let me stay, she whispered, voice shaking. Im not going anywhere this is my home and I wont abandon it.

21March2025 Dear Diary, I was watching the lift shaft at the bottom of our tower block in Leeds when Mrs.

A bustling Saturday market in the heart of York thrummed with life: rows of stalls, hurried vendors

God rest his soul. Youre the widow, arent you? Ive got something important to tell you something the late Mr.

I remember how I, young Matthew Clarke, was roused by my mothers low moan. I slipped out of my thin blankets

Dear Diary, After the New Years celebrations I found myself tangled in a familiar domestic standoff.