Lucy walked through the unfamiliar streets of Manchester, clutching a small piece of paper like it was
**Diary Entry – 12th March** I’ve been headmaster at St. Catherine’s Primary for nearly twenty years
**A Diary Entry: The Suitcase with a Broken Handle** “Tom, don’t come over anymore. Alright?”
So, every evening at the same time, this young lad would walk past a posh restaurant in London.
Helen sat by the window, watching the street. Buses squealed to identical halts, pedestrians hurried
Two Fates Emily walked the streets of a foreign city. The young woman was desperate, clutching a small
For six years, a young baker leaves food for a quiet homeless man without ever knowing his name!
I wasn’t sure why I started leaving that parcel each morning. Wasn’t asked. Just habit after
My diary entry: That’s not the sort I need… “Anthony, get in here!” barked the foreman’s voice through
**Diary Entry** *Oliver, don’t come over again. Alright?* I said it calmly, though my chest tightened