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Frog

Frog

Suva padded quietly, barefoot to the old woman’s door. Kajol was on the bed, pressing a saturated handkerchief to a shrivelled brow. Low moans emanated from the old woman and Suva knew at once her grandmother must have been very unwell. She had never seen her like...

Basking in the after glow of “I DID IT!”

Well, I did it! I wrote a novel in the month of November and I’m still basking in the afterglow of success. This is huge for me, I’ve actually completed a task despite the odds. I’m going to brag and boast my heart out until everyone’s sick of listening and then I’ll...