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Practising Writing Fiction

Sitting in the dark shadow, his old, frail body easily covered under the 40 feet high willow tree, the setting sun was his only source of light. The cold air from the bank of water creeping up to him, he reminisced his life as it approaches an end.

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY

A special 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖕𝖞 𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓 Mother’s Day Chapter Not included in the original The Spy Within novel. Book 1 of […]

The Other Side Of Dominance

Her wings were clipped when she was still a little bird But it was a growing process Now she flys […]