Dear Diary, I have always believed that love could be bought with moneythat if I provided every material
A strange hush fell over the ballroom. The band stopped, guests exchanged bewildered looks, some stared
Querido diario, Hoy he vuelto a sentir que el tiempo me aprieta las costillas como una cuerda bien tirada.
The cottage reeked of damp and mould, the floor creaked beneath every step, and in the shadowed corner
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25December The snowstorm hit the Yorkshire Dales far earlier than anyone had warned. By the time I pulled
The smell of fresh rain on the garden soil was the only thing that kept me tethered to the real world.
Im Emily, and I thought I was simply guiding a weary old chap to a pair of shoesbut the truth of who
June 14, 2025 From my little flat in a repurposed warehouse in East London, I keep a notebook of the
I was twenty in 1966 and had never crossed the line my father drew around my life. Our tiny village