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AGE:
63
LOC: United Kingdom
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: August 21
LOC: United Kingdom
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: August 21
I’m new to writing, new to this site but learn fast.
One book ‘Moondust’ published; it’s in shops and in UK libraries.
Second novel ‘BILLABONGO’ ;
and third novel:’Zipolini Code’.
Three other books/anthologies in progress.
Framed poetry ‘Only Tonight’.
Book of limerics.
200 short stories and articles,poems published.Published in 85 countries.
Audio work too, Bookshare.com for the Blind.
I review for two main line authors.
My style of writing is direct.Semantics and brevity are a good combination for any writing.
Catch me on or contact me:
http://linktiles.com?tile=641
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It is darkest at dawn and that's when I cry, Nature holds truths: to me you never lie. The whispering wind blows soft through your hair, then memory seeks you, I cannot but care. But now time hunts us like a snake out of the night, bringing conflict, things never right. As my world shatters, it is in sadness I'll walk slowly that mile, to your grave, linger awhile. Love cuts deep in my poor heart, I still cherish you, even apart. Say your name, utter my sighs, then home. Tears; you in my eye...
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I'm a writer who loves to read all kinds of books, and 'The Invisible Worm' goes straight to the No 1 position at top of my pile. Three pages in and I was 'hooked', stunned by events happening in an ordinary community. I could relate to it all. But there was more. Away flew the intrigue leaving, in stark contrast, those twists and turns of a diseased mind exposed. I now shared the thoughts of a sweetly- sick killer driven towards a goal, a victim. I knew who it was and cringed waiting for tha...
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There came a shout, the day war broke out, I trembled at the dreaded hour, I remember too the fear, the day so clear, when milk went sour. Across the fields a chilling wind blew but there was more to come, when from deep inside Mother Earth the sound of a harrowing drum. The neat beat was not of feet, but a warning sent from high, of shattered lives and limbs, sadly men pledged to die. What price we pay for this strip of cherished flag, this love , this passion for freedom, my friend? It has ...
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The meanest, most arrogant, stubborn person: I meant Kazanski, him with the twisted lip, the mad grin inherited in a knife fight. I should have known better than to believe his tall tales, especially that time when we nearly died in the snow. Luckily we stumbled on a deserted cottage and got in out of the Siberian blizzard. Upstairs we found a room and tried to keep the weather at bay. We lit a fire in a bucket and shared our food. Kazanski said: ''Keep the door shut. Keep the ghost out.'' I ...
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As a boy I heard it said if beggars were horses then we kids would ride upon our rocking horses for the rest of our lives. If it were true what more could I wish than to share my life with the girl next door, the one I called Trish. She too had a rocking horse, like me, and together we'd ride in playtime to lands beyond the sea , where the streets were shining so full of gold and grown-ups said kids would never ever grow old but it seemed so wild, that strange dream until the rainbow and the ...
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You have the words for your 'hook' to an agent but in the wrong order. When a deadly microbe buried deep in the frozen Tundra is discovered and exploited by a ruthless arms dealer determined to hold America to ransom,then death follows, as it did, when ancient civilisations were wiped out. See message.
I like the essential idea but dislike the query letter because all is not clear. I suggest unfolding the core elements of the plot in the correct sequence.Message me if you need to. Good luck with the novel
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