Author: Wanda Miranda

LONDON, ENGLAND On a bitter December afternoon, Edward Hastings stood alone in the quiet of St.

**Diary Entry** My stomach growled like a stray dog, and my hands were frozen stiff. I trudged along

In the quiet countryside of Surrey, many years ago, an ordinary Tuesday in October became the day my

In the peaceful countryside near the village of Bramley, the humble village shop stood quiet in the fading

The Ticket That Changed My Life At sixty-two, I never imagined Id end up sleeping on my sons pull-out

Henry had just got back to his village after a three-week haul across the country in his lorry, and as

In a crumbling tenement building, a plump woman shook a rug out the window, oblivious to the dust cascading

I found a little boy crying, barefoot in the car park but no one knew him.He stood beside a black sedan

Long ago, when my daughter Eleanor gave birth to her son, my heart swelled with pride. Yet that joy soon

**Diary Entry 19th of May, 1987** To avoid disgrace, she agreed to live with a hunchbacked man But when