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Location: cheltenham, United Kingdom

Member Since: March 2009

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I love to write and can't ever stop... (exept now) good bye...


when you have an idea jot it down, then work on that, if you hit a dead end then just go back!!! After planning your story start writting, but dont rush it, Shakspear spent years on some of his work. So slow and steady wins the race okay. Now, make sure you haven't made any mistakes.. The rest is down to you!

So, remember you can do whatever you want in your writings, explore space, travel through time, fight dragons. It's endless... And did you know the spoken and written words are the two most powerful instruments, so make sure you can write before you try out that evil plan to take over the earth :)

If any one wants me too continue my current novel post a comment below o_O

Oh, and here is a sneak peek at my story - It's in the blood...

...James stood in the large room with his pale hands clenched around a knife he‘d found on the floor - evidence. He had a look on his face, some would call it fear - others nervousness. He Walked around the room for minutes without even blinking. Every time he took a step blood would spray from the sole of is shoe. He looked up at what used to be his teacher, she was unevenly cut in half from the head downwards. His guts laid severed on the floor. Pieces of her skin scrunched up like a piece of paper. James brushed blood and guts off his arm as a tear welled up in his eye. Mr Moore had been his favourite teacher, now he was stuck in a black void of nothingness - a place called death. James couldn’t help but imagine the screams that must have erupted from Mr Moore when the killer struck, long and painful screams…

James’ morbid trance was broken when the doors at the back of the school hall opened. Teachers flooded in. They were pushing each other trying to see what had happened. James knew what there first thought would be when they saw a dead body and a strong stocky thirteen-year-old boy with a knife. There horror stricken faces showed James he’d guessed right. A few teachers fell to their knees crying tears of fear and sadness.


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