Month: November 2025

Querido diario, Hoy he vuelto a revivir la escena que aún me duele en el pecho. Mi madre, María Isabel

Youve driven her mad, Sam sniffed, eyes welling up. Does Mum not love us any more? Is she leaving because

It was the kind of story that haunts the night shift at the clinic. Julie had waited for James for years

Celia, ¿no me reconoces? Pasas al lado y no me saludas preguntó sonriendo una mujer de unos cuarenta

14October2025 Today I tried to make sense of the strange little things that keep fluttering around my

Ich erzähle das Schicksal der Vera, die mit ihrem lieben Mann Viktor ein ruhiges Leben in einem kleinen

Dear Diary, Im still trying to make sense of the mornings conversation over lunch at the family table.

Men are born into the world, but some nights change everything. It was about fifteen years ago, the night

Hace ya muchos años, recuerdo aquel invierno húmedo en el que la humedad se colaba por cada grieta del

The wind met Edward Hawthorne with a sharp gust that ripped his flat cap from his head before he could