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| | | | | No one saw my descent that day. In the gloom of an April afternoon, I twirled and danced my way to the ground. Through the windows of the houses, I spied people engrossed in their books, not even pausing for a second to look up at the wonder of I! The first snowflake of the... | |
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| | | | | I never imagined the evening would end up with me making a paper boat. 'It's quite easy,' one of the organisers reassured, 'just fold like this.' With intense concentration I looked on, thinking the little boat was the perfect symbol for this year's Essex Book Festival. The theme was 'Uncharted Waters', inspired in part by... | |
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| | | | | There is a wall! In nearly all fiction novels there is a distinct wall between the story and the writer - the latter remains well hidden and remote from the book. However, in The Enigma of Room 622, the first book I read in 2023, the author smashes through this concept and becomes one of... | |
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| | | Today, I randomly opened Eternal Road - The final stop to page 155, and with eyes closed, pointed to the page. My finger fell between two words, " good" and "deed." I decided to use both. Good Deed by John W. Howell ©2026 "As you know, in our troop, one must do a good deed... | ||