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Continue reading →: Day 8 – A Life Lived Through Stories: The Man in the Attic
I wake up in pitch blackness and have no idea where I am. Again. I’m sweating but not sure if it’s from fear or how warm and clammy it is up here. I fumble around trying to get my bearings. I can’t even see my hands. Then I remember. I…
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Continue reading →: Day 7 – A Life Lived Through Stories: Into the Dark Woods
Terry Harvey is dead. There’s no doubt of it all. He’s absolutely a dead man. His mam is going to kill him when she sees what he’s done to his brand new trousers. Jimmy stood half in the stream not unsympathetic to his best friend’s whimpering as he tried to…
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Continue reading →: Day 6 – A Life Lived Through Stories: The Old Man on the Beach
There is a beach, not that far from where I live, which enjoys relative seclusion. When the weather is nice (not something that happens often in northern climes) it is a good place to stretch one’s legs. The beach itself is uneven and rocky with irregular patches of clear sand…
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Continue reading →: Day 5 – A Life Lived Through Stories: The Sitar
Sakthivel looked up from his workbench and out down the piece of wood he had spent the morning carefully carving into the shape of an elephant’s head. The little bells at the door had tinkled indicating a customer had entered the shop. “Hello?” called a voice, gruff, impatient and certainly…
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Continue reading →: Day 4 – A Life Lived Through Stories: The Jazz Gig
How life turns on single penny! How the outcomes of one’s life rest on a myriad number of decisions and indecisions each of which have altered the course so greatly that if you took all of them and reversed them completely the life you would have lived you might not…
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Continue reading →: Day 3 – A Life Lived Through Stories: Ghost
I stood at the back door of the house, trembling, looking into the blackness which almost oozed out of the windows like a giant leech. I was here again after so many years. What brought me back, I had asked myself, but the question remained unanswered. I had broken free…
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Continue reading →: Day 2 – A life Lived Through Stories: The Bombing Raid
Terry Harvey’s body lies there, sprawled over the broken bricks and Jimmy Summers smiles to himself as he puts the gun back into his pocket. The battle was over and though there were bodies everywhere, the enemy had been beaten. He stands proudly over Terry’s body like a Sir Hilary…
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Continue reading →: Day 1 – A Life Lived Through Stories: Introduction
As part of the NaNoWriMo event, I have decided to write my next book in front of everyone, posting the words onto this blog and commenting on the process on its sister blog; kenthinksaloud. My aim is to complete 60,000 words by the end of November and publish a revised…
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Continue reading →: My New Book Project for November
I’ve decided that while the article-writing side to my freelance business is flourishing it is to the detriment of the fiction side. I know I’ve got to make a living at the end of the day so I’m not complaining that the non-fiction work is going so well (it’s nice…
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Continue reading →: 15 Books that changed me
There’s a craze going around my more literary-minded friends on Facebook at the moment to list the fifteen books which influenced you most and then tag several more friends to post their own on their wall. I don’t do the whole tagging thing or any other kind of chain-mail version…
