Prentice Orville

Emily stood by the window, staring at the empty garden below. The trampled snow glittered with remnants

Emma woke up in pain. Just before opening her eyes, she’d dreamed of something important, but the sharp

**Diary Entry** From childhood, I despised my name—Nancy. Old-fashioned, like something from a bygone era.

“Everything will be alright, son…” “Eddie, love, it’s Mum,” came the quiet

**Diary Entry** I don’t want to argue either. But when will you *finally* fix that shelf? This Saturday

The Waiting September was warm, dry, and bathed in golden sunlight. The low autumn sun glared relentlessly

Where Is the Love? Emily was a lively, playful, and charming girl. Men always buzzed around her, but

“Lou,” Kate said as she walked into the room, her hands hidden behind her back.

**The Third Attempt** Joanne slipped into her white doctor’s coat, settled into her chair, and leaned

I knew you’d call, Mum… The phone buzzed right in the middle of the lecture. Sophie pulled it from her