La vida

The spring sun peeked through the window, scattering rays across Emily’s freshly painted wall.

Emily sat in silence, her tea untouched. Mother-in-law Margaret lingered, voicing her usual critique

Alena stirred the milk into her son’s porridge with frantic energy while little Oliver stacked wooden

People on the street spotted a little girl and called the police. She told the officer that voices had

**The Peace Pie** “Emma, I swear, if that Mr. Wilkinson bangs on the ceiling one more time, I’m

Spring sunshine filtered through the curtains, casting dappled shadows on the freshly painted walls of

**Diary Entry** “Blimey, who are you?” came a deep voice from the bedroom as Emily pushed

“An Unexpected Supper Neither Expected” “Are you mad? We can’t invite them!” Victor drummed

**Diary Entry – 15th October** The tension was thick enough to slice with a knife. “Are you sure

April 5, 2024 “Are you mad? We can’t invite them!” Victor drummed his fingers on the kitchen counter