am writing fantasy
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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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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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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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Rhea had had enough. She was tired of all the taunts and jokes that children her age constantly subjected her to, tired of running home in tears, tired of seeing her parents helpless in the onslaught. She was sick of it all that at the tender age of ten, decided she wanted to die.
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When I finished writing my first draft, I felt this sense of achievement, like my dream was finally within reach. After that last full-stop had been put, I sat back, admiring my courage, my idea and my writing. I was so happy and so full of that happiness that I decided to treat myself and
tales of Suchita 