Author: Harlan Covington

Not Guilty, Yet Blamed You take your daughter and leave. Theres nothing left between us! But, Simon Ive

The Right to Herself Morning began, as always, with silence. Not the pleasant kind you get when the house

A Little Mistake – Oh, come off it! That cant be right! Charlotte gave the steering wheel a sudden

The Freedom to Be Myself Sometimes, when the evening is quiet and the rain softly taps against the window

Boundaries of Love It is strange, looking back all these years, how vivid those old memories remain.

Step by Step Are you home? was all Thomas asked when he rang me during his lunch break. Yes, I replied

The scent of perfume in the car was overpowering. Alice cracked the window a sliver, letting in a waft

Where Happiness Lives Sarah sat alone in her kitchen, her hands wrapped around a steaming mug.

Jealousys Trap This evening, I sat on my bed, absentmindedly scrolling through my Instagram feed.

Fate Repeats Itself The winter evening settles quickly over Londonalready by half-past five the sky is