My mother is from Cornwall, the village of Blue Hill to be exact. I’ve always been close to my grandad
**Uncle Paul, or Life Goes On…** I sat at the kitchen table, staring blankly at the wall.
From the very first day at university, two girls caught each other’s eye. Both pretty, with an
**Diary Entry – Dr. Edward Whitmore** “How old are you?” I fixed my gaze on Eva’s striking face across the desk.
The gentle rain stung her face, trickling into her eyes. Pauline trudged along, longing for the warmth of home.
**Just the Way of Things** Emily hurried home. The slushy snow still held patches of stubborn ice beneath
The dew still clung to the grass, the mist slowly retreating to the far bank of the river as the sun
**Uncle Paul, or Life Goes On…** I sat at the kitchen table, staring blankly at the wall.
Another Problem… “Jul, come on, please,” whined Sam. “I don’t want to. I don’t know
The dew still clung to the grass, the mist slowly retreated to the far bank of the river, and the sun