Author: Mitsuko Nagasaki

For fifteen years, every evening at exactly six oclock, Margaret Shaw placed a steaming dish on the same

The Illusion of Betrayal “Do you really want me to come with you?” asked Adam, tilting his

A wealthy gentleman let out a shriek after a little boy ruined his prized sports car until one small

Simon brought his fiancée, Harriet, to live in the countryside. There, waiting for him, was the cottage

At a grand wedding, right as food is being passed around, a boy suddenly freezes after recognising the

When Its Far Too Late Emily stood by the door of her not-so-brand-new block of flats, one of countless

A black Mercedes-Benz rolled to a stop outside a small, weathered house in a quiet neighbourhood in Manchester.

Today is the last day for my dog, and he sits quietly before me, softly whimpering. Hes on the sofamy

They once believed their grand manor upon the edge of London ensured nothing but safety, but a single

My neighbour was nicking my compost by the bagful every night. Yesterday, I very generously sprinkled