Month: November 2025
La mañana siguiente me quedé largo tiempo frente al espejo. No reconocía mi propio reflejo: ojeras grises
15. September 2023 Heute war einer dieser stillen Dorftage, an denen die Dämmerung sanft über die Felder
Nicholas Turner, her only son, drove his mother to the care home. Oh, my dear, what a day it was Grey
¡Anda, muévete y atiende a los invitados! espetó el novio, cuando los familiares aparecieron en el apartamento
April 12, 2025 Dear Diary, Emily was left on her own at a very young age. Her father had died years before
Dear Diary, The suitcase sat by the front door, zip closed as if it were the final brushstroke before
Emily, my dear, are you truly heartless toward him? Margaret Clarke wailed, her voice cracking like wet plaster.
Die Schwiegermütter klopfen an unsere Tür und ich deute nur beiläufig an, dass sie doch die Tochter mit
The suitcase was perched by the front door, zip pulled tight as if it were the final flourish on a masterpiece.
Emily was slumped at the kitchen table, eyes glued to Maggie Turner as she sliced apples for an apple