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May 10, 2019

Theresa sat on her bed and looked out the window through the tiny gap that she had managed to make by removing a large splinter of wood from the boards that covered it. That small gap was her lifeline, her only contact with the outside world. She just hoped that he nev...

May 30, 2018

Around seventy Post It notes have now been arranged and the plot for book two is coming together 😊

March 16, 2018

 I donated my book to my local library (Robert Jeyes), in Chadwell Heath. They have been extremly  supportive. I hope lots of people borrow my book and enjoy reading it :)

June 19, 2017

PROLOUGUE

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    Stefan flinched as he saw his dad’s hand head towards his head. At 12 years old, he had had years of practice at dodging his dads wrath. It was usually to his own detriment though as a flinch...

June 19, 2017

I remember the days of not being held
When I was free to do as I pleased
Not stuck here inside, alone in the dark
Feeling like I’m being held and squeezed.

But the bars that hold me imprisoned
Are bars that no one can see
The bars that hold me imprisoned
Are in fact my...

June 17, 2017

    It was Christmas Eve and everyone was in bed. His black boots dripping from the snow outside left a tell-tale sign behind him and he placed each step with care so that he didn’t disturb the sleeping family. He heard a noise behind one of the doors so he pulled his...

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