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Welcome to A Writers' World.
"An artist's career always begins tomorrow"
- James Whistler
As many aspiring writers will know, it is not always easy to get your voice heard. The objective
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Latest Submission The below piece of writing is neither an article or a fictional
work. All it is. is a way for me to deal with the death of my daughter and to share with people some of the feelings and thoughts
I have had for the last six months. It's not a great linguistic piece or a striking work of literature, it's not meant
to be. It's personal, nothing more, nothing less.
To read the piece.which I have called "Honesty", please click the link below.
Honesty
Lucky Dip
"Ever have the feeling you can’t breathe? Like everyone around you is pressing against you, slowly killing you? Maybe
it’s not having anyone there that gives you the feeling of suffocation? In my case it’s all of them and more.
Every time people ask me what I’m afraid of; I give them the same answer. How can you ask me about fear, when you don’t
know what fear is? Some say fear is a human weakness, others say it’s only a weakness if you let it control you, that
there’s nothing to fear but fear itself. What a stupid expression. "
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Recent Work
"She looked at his sleeping body, not making out many details in the badly lit room. He was a very handsome man. Short
black hair, brown eyes, not very tall though. Probably a good thing, she wasn’t exactly built like a giant herself.
She lent over and stroked his hair gently, touching his forehead by mistake. He felt cold, so she went to put the heating
on. She didn’t know how long she had been sitting there watching him, she wasn’t really aware of a lot of things
at the moment. She hadn’t even noticed the blood that had made the arms of her jumper stick to her skin..."
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