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My wife, Emily, is sleeping beside me when a Facebook notification pops up: a woman has sent me a friend request.

Madam, you dont have a ticket. Please get off the bus, I said sharply, eyeing the frail woman in a threadbare

Stay back! Take your hands off me! Help! Someone, please! a young woman shrieked, her voice tearing through

Sarah Whitaker carefully untied the knot, feeling the tiny shoe tremble in her hands. The laces were

Rain pours down the streets of London, washing away the remnants of lipstick that cling to Amelia Johnsons

Dear Diary, Today I found myself perched on a bus stop just outside the old terraced house where I have

Once upon a time there was a young woman called Emma, whose beauty still shone through the grime of hardship.

I got home just in time for dinner my wife, Claire, had been at the stove all evening. I needed to have

Im sitting at the kitchen table, rubbing the back of my neck, and Alexwell, thats what I call myselfglances

April 12th Tonight I lie awake, the old farmhouse creaking as it always does, and I feel compelled to