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Day 2 of Write a book in 45 Days Challenge

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I am of the opinion that outlines are evil. They are vile things meant to suck the joy from your bones and dance upon your grave. Do not try to convince me otherwise. You see, I am a panster. I like to create ideas and just roll with it. Who knows what will happen in… Continue reading Day 2 of Write a book in 45 Days Challenge

Day 1 of My Write a Book In 45 Days Challenge

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Some people plot and plan every single point in their novel, others get by with a vibe and an idea. I am somewhere in the middle. I used to only write based on vibes, and I wrote two books like that. But then I had an ex who told me planning and plotting was essential… Continue reading Day 1 of My Write a Book In 45 Days Challenge

Write a Book in 45 Days Challenge

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Photo by energepic.com on Pexels.com Isn't it time to spice up your 2025? So let's write a book for the next 45 days. You are probably wondering why you haven't thought up a way to torture erm challenge yourself yet. That's why I am here. To help you discover new ways to shine like the… Continue reading Write a Book in 45 Days Challenge

I ate an orange

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Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com I ate an orange today. Peeling it became an entire affair as I weighed it in my hand and leaned it side to side as I revealed what lay beneath. I took the skin and placed it on the bed as the scent of fresh citrus rose in the air.… Continue reading I ate an orange

That Gleeful Smile

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Photo by nappy on Pexels.com A Short Story by Jona Nightingale If I had to pick a moment when I knew I was an influential person, it would be my fourth birthday.  It’s never the idea of what happened that did me in, but the smile on my mother’s face as they dragged her away… Continue reading That Gleeful Smile

I yelled to the old grave man – a poem

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Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com Passing by an old graveyard  I yelled to the old man Eerily singing a dead man’s song, “Sing me a song of mirth and cheer.” The old man replied with eerily sigh, “I cannot, I only know songs of death and dismay.” I called again with vigor and resolve,  “Sing… Continue reading I yelled to the old grave man – a poem

A Platform of Memories – A Short Story

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A Platform of Memories Sidney meets an old friend in an unlikely place. What happens when the memories that connect them are as powerful as Sidney hopes? Photo by Darshak Pandya on Pexels.com I fiddled with the buttons of my walkman as I made my way pass the ticket booth. Nodding to the person behind… Continue reading A Platform of Memories – A Short Story