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My name’s Nigel. I’m twenty-two, lanky in a way I haven’t quite grown out of, and this trip to Spain was meant to be a reset or something. Dad called it a break from routine.…
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My name’s Nigel. I’m twenty-two, lanky in a way I haven’t quite grown out of, and this trip to Spain was meant to be a reset or something. Dad called it a break from routine.…
The sticky summer heat of 1997 already pressed down, even at this early hour. I moved around our kitchen, the old linoleum cool beneath my bare feet. My thin cotton robe, a faded floral print,…
On a mundane Friday evening, all my friends were out with their girlfriends, while I found myself confined to my living room, watching uninspiring television with my mother. She sat beside me, sipping wine in…
It was the perfect plan, or so I thought. My eighteen-year-old son Alan was going through a rough patch with his hormones, and I couldn’t stand seeing him suffer anymore. I had decided that a…
I received a call from my mother. She said my Aunt Lily needed some assistance at her house. Could I stop by and lend a hand? Aunt Lily was my father’s younger sister, probably in…
The alarm blared, and I jumped out of bed. My nice blue skirt felt a bit tight as I pulled it on. I buttoned my plain white shirt, but the top two buttons were missing.…
Friday night and I got undressed in the bathroom as I stepped into the shower. I turned it on as the water sprinkled down on my face and down my neck and breasts as I…
I was helping dad pack the car with all my stuff, back seats full. I didn’t even think about seating arrangements I just put my gaming pc in the passenger seat. The car was now…
The first time, it was 3:17 a.m. I remember the red numbers on the clock blinking like they were trying to wake me. I’d been asleep only a couple hours, tangled in the sheets, window…
It started just after midnight, though the silence had been swelling since dinner. I was in bed, in my short silky nightie I hadn’t worn in two years. Dark green. Wrap style. It used to…
I walked over to the living room, grabbed the remote, and plopped down on the couch next to Aaron, my twin brother. It was the 27th day of lockdown, and we were both going stir-crazy.…
The house felt heavy, thick with the silence that only comes after a fight. It was a Friday night, and I was sprawled on the couch, staring at the flashing colours on the TV screen.…
My sixtieth birthday was creeping up. Not exactly a thrill. Birthdays just lose their shine, don’t they? Especially when you’re knocking on sixty. Ben, my son, usually sorted me out with a gift. He was…
On a Sunday night, I was in bed reading a book next to my sleeping husband when my phone buzzed. I picked it up, and it was a text from Adam. I was confused as…
Emma’s texts still lit up my screen like she was here, lying beside me in the lamplight, even though she was thousands of miles away. A blurry poolside selfie—her freckles lit with sun, hair tied…
The cool, salty air of the cottage welcomed me as I stepped over the threshold, the faint grit of sand still clinging to my bare feet. My two-piece suit, still damp from the ocean, was…
The family party great I was having drinks with mum in the kitchen. We looked over and saw Dad stumbling all over and Mum Sighed. Lately they have not been getting on and the past…
The house was a sanctuary of quiet, a rare gift with three children, even if two of them were teenagers. At 46, happily married, I cherished these peaceful nights, especially when David, my husband, was…
She slipped outside the community centre on a wet Thursday afternoon. Her wrist caught all her weight, and the bone cracked loud enough for the man walking behind her to gasp. I found out from…
The summer of 1976 was a hot one, and I was a single parent with an 18-year-old son, Simon. I never imagined that the heat of that summer would ignite a fire within my own…
Sarah pushed her hair back. It was Saturday. Cleaning day. Again. Her son, Leo, was 21 now. He still lived at home. Of course. He was a good kid, mostly. Quiet. He loved his computer.…
The vacuum cleaner hummed its dull, comforting song, a familiar drone that usually lulled me into a kind of mindful trance. Monday mornings, right? A fresh start. Or so you tell yourself. I was halfway…
The long drive was finally over. Mum and I stumbled out of the car, tired but ready for a proper sleep. We’d booked two single rooms at the Grand Hotel. A little treat, she called…
It was one of those Friday nights where the silence wraps around you like a wet towel—heavy, suffocating. The kind where the TV hums in the background, but you haven’t heard a word in hours.…
Exhausted after an all-day drive, Mom and I finally reached the hotel just after 9 PM on Tuesday night. We were both desperate for some personal space, but it turned out the universe had other…
The rustle of the duvet was what first stirred me, a soft, almost imperceptible whisper in the otherwise silent house. I’d been drifting, somewhere between dreams and full wakefulness, but that sound, so close, pulled…
Some mornings, I lie there and pretend I don’t hear him pacing. The house is old enough that the floorboards tattle; his weight creaks along the hallway just outside my door. Back and forth, socked…
I’d just stepped out of the shower, the steam still clinging to my skin, and wrapped a towel tightly around myself—maybe a little too tightly. It pushed my chest up more than I’d meant, but…
I’d spent too long on my hair. Too long staring at the mirror, pulling the soft black curls into place, smoothing them down just so. The dress—I didn’t even hesitate. The little black one, the…
I’d been folding laundry when he came in—shoulders hunched, phone in hand, like it had personally betrayed him. His name’s Alex, twenty-two, tall and broad-shouldered like his dad, but still with that slightly lost look…