Hello and welcome back!

Hello all! 

 Long time no see, I hope you are all well and looking forward to a proper Summer. It's currently raining outside, and rather damn chilly here. Where has that Sun gone?!

 As some of you know, I have recently challenged myself and started writing fiction, after partaking in the *brilliant* Don't be a Writer, be a Storyteller writing course by Laura Jane Williams (you may know her from the brilliant book - Ice Cream for Breakfast).  It taught me loads about writing, but seems to have unlocked a bit of courage lately. After a bit of a pause, life seems to be looking up a bit (my fingers are firmly crossed, dear Reader). 

 Anyway, I digress. Part of that courage is to start sharing some of the writing that I have been working on. I haven't quite figured out whether this will be in the form of multiple short stories, or building on top of what has been written, but let's see how we go, right? 

 I would love to have some feedback about what you think. What you do (and don't!) like, all opinions encouraged - apart from the number one rule in life, don't be a dick (please). It's just mean. And don't copy it, because that's plain rude. OK?

 Ok then, let's start. My first story *eep*. Coming up.... next.  


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  1. Unknown16 May 2021 at 09:49

    My first eep was wondering why did your story end (title L)by saying good bye and the next day you where feeling pain? What happened

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