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  • The Travelling Librarian

    The Travelling Librarian

    Mr. Chubs was a short, round and a rather red man. No, he did not have red-coloured skin but he was so fair that any activity, even mild, turned his skin a vivid scarlet. For a round man you would think he’d be slow on his feet and you would be right but he had

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  • Volume 1 of Finish the story collaboration had been super fun and volume 2, with new prompts and new stories, is hopefully going to prevent me from going into hibernation after the adrenaline ride that is the AtoZ.

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  • The thing about #AtoZ – Reflections 2019

    Long have you walked my friendWithout pause but much thoughtWhen you were convinced inspiration was a placeThat needed a special key, which you had misplacedLong have you walked my friendFrom spinning stories, to writing a thriller, to now mythologyCan you pause and rejoiceOf all that you have achieved?

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  • A zebra’s stripes

    A zebra’s stripes

    The world was young, fresh and full of untold adventures. God was still sending down birds, beasts, trees and anything he could think of as His two favourite sons frolicked in the new Eden. It was but seven days since the beginning of time when a curious looking four-legged creature walked onto the scene, braying

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  • The old woman’s good fortune

    A bustling street with houses on both sides. People selling wares, people screaming instructions and gossip over balconies, leaning precariously out, not a care in the world. The riot of noises, colours and smells would make any human not of this street swoon. But not the residents. They thrived in the multitudinous miasma that comprised

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  • The bleeding heart

    The bleeding heart

    Dhruvswamini was very upset with her husband. It had only been a week since their marriage and the man had left his new wife at home because he was needed back in the king’s retinue which was due to leave for its annual voyage across the kingdom. Angry and lonely, Dhruvswamini sang of her woes

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  • And thereby hangs a tale

    I sat there, staring outside at the misty road, the bustling populous, the colourful umbrellas as everyone tried to go about their day despite the downpour. The cozy cafe would have you believe it was a warm summer day but just a glance outside would tell you it was cold and wet and dreary.

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