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BY M. A. KUZNIAR
Filip scurried thro
It was still early when Marnie slipped out of the hotel and made her way down the narrow Calle de le Rasse. In a matter of moments, she was looking out over Venice’s Grand Canal. She watched a fishing
LOUISA stamped her feet on the doorstep and clumps of compacted snow fell on to the mat. It was the coldest night yet, and that was saying something. Reassured by the light through the frosted glass,
Alphonso respected a special Valentine’s Day tradition with love
It was a simple and innocent moment Sarah witnessed as the bus pulled into the stop to drop off a young man, no more than twenty years of age, clutching a bunch of bright daffodils. She was about to t
I WAS browsing the bookshelf in a charity shop when I glanced up to see my neighbour outside, trying to come in. With his arms fully encumbered with a large bag, the door was proving difficult to open
Elspeth wanted to get back to her old self – but was she brave enough?