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Thank you so much for reading my blog and staying tune to me this year! Lots of exciting stuff happening for me next year and all will be revealed in March/ April 2012. So for now have a wonderful Christmas and a Happy New Year!!! (Kia Storm)

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 So here's the deal, I know that you may find reading really boring and you always wonder why your mum, dad, guardians and your teachers pester you about how important it is to read. All that nagging, those tense screwed up faces and arms-crossed, nail biting moments are about to vanish. “NO WAY”, I hear you say in amazement. “YES WAY”, I reply. I say this as it is probably because you

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A year ago I decided to stop running from my talent and give into my writing...*winks*.... the Entrepreneur thing was not happening... * sad face*.... within less than eight months I have had over 18 stories accepted and published and my novel completed...*so why does my writing scares me?*... I see my characters, living their lives, in a world I can only dream of *seriously...I’m not kidding! I

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Dan’s knife hangs freely in his hand, so I snatch it. My own hands are trembling, and I struggle to keep the knife from doing the same. I feel a panic of shockwaves through my body. I stifle the need to shake him, to strike him hard until he passes out. Instead I camouflage my emotion. In the army Dan and I had been shown how. We vow to do our duty, to never run away, and to never desert our

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Phil Hill Press is an independent publisher specializing in horror, suspense, dark fantasy and science fiction. They bought a "haunted house" in 2007 in Western Nebraska and decided to convert part of the old, spooky Victorian into a small press that celebrates speculative fiction. They are interested in authors new and seasoned, young and old, and anywhere in between. *** The Invisible Alien

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JK Rowling and her Harry Potter phenomenon were the start of something great for the educators, parents, and authors working diligently to spark some sort of passion for books in the hearts of the world’s distracted, technology drunk preteens and teens. The age old uphill battle to turn kids on to the wonder of reading had taken a fantastic step forward, ironically by a book so big, it would be

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The eyes were white and soggy, like melted snow. They pierced through him with colourful blasts of brightness. About twenty white pupils, expanded ferociously to stop him escaping. He slowed down until he eventually stopped sprinting. The eyes disappeared but he got this creepy feeling that they were still watching at him. He was dead scared. Who was going to help him now? “What do you want from

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This morning I stare at my reflection in the mirror....caught up in a silent trance between me, myself and I.Barely able to recognise the woman staring back at me,This vacant smile...tells my story. Can it be, my reflection, no longer believes in me?I am an angel amongst the many faces...determined to live out a vision in a city that never sleeps....Isn’t London the place to be if you dare to

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Last night I heard a woman screaming for helpI heard the noise from my bedroom window Startled,I jumped out of bed and yelled ‘Mother did you hear that?’‘Hear what?’‘I just heard a woman screaming for help!’Her silence penetrated me as she said nothing……Except to add… ‘Get away from the bedroom window before someone sees you! You were probably having a terrible dream; besides you had the

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She was hot but he was average. She wanted money and marriage but he needed sex and love. She was greedy and he was possessive. She was unfaithful so he acted needy. She is dead and he is missing. Copywrite Kia StormPublished Dec 12/2009 on http://blink-ink.com/content/archives/2009/12/page/2/

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"That's it."This had become my trademark phrase. He looked at me, with sad puppy eyes, the way he always had. He knew it. I knew it. That was never it. "Take it." He hesitated, staring at me suspiciously as if he was wrestling with a deeper part of his conscience that was telling him I was testing him."Take it, damn you." I was fighting back tears, trying very hard to be tough. I don't care--why

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He had a kind face, and I promised them he could be trusted. I considered myself a good judge of character. My sisters were sceptical of his quiet ways, so I kept reassuring them. “He is reserved, a loner, and never says a bad word about anyone.” A few weeks went by, but my older sister, Berry, still didn’t trust him. “I love him!” I would say. “So what if he acts weird? So what if it’s only been

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Ginger’s head was pounding, she was dripping in sweat. Correction--pouring sweat and covered in blood. The thing had just mounted the corner and was moving in her direction. She panicked and felt her legs trembling. God help her. The thing was moving so fast that she was convinced that she wouldn’t make it out alive. It suddenly stopped halfway in the corridor. Ginger stiffened. She was hiding

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“No! Not now.” I am in sheer panic. My body feels as though I am smoldering from the inside out, as if I have drunk acerbic liquor. I feel a proverbial irritable consciousness, that sad endorphine feeling, consuming my mind. I stop dressing; place my bright pink lipstick, in a slow rhythmic movement, precisely on my dresser table. Then I pick it up again, gaze at it as if I am seeing it for the

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“Are you listening to me?” I nodded shyly, staring at James, hanging on to his every word. He was devilishly handsome, with broad shoulders and thick dark curly hair. He was wearing a pink top that clothed his muscles elegantly, and white shorts that exposed toned legs.“That was the last question he ever asked, before he died”I smiled sweetly and peered up at James sheepishly, in a kind of lazy

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An effort to recapture the young mind of the intermediate fiction reader from media distractions is producing “Story Stars”. Like Rock Stars, Story Stars have a passion for their art, a trend setting fashion sense, and a devoted following.FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE : http://www.prlog.org/10773641-battle-for-the-young-readers-mind-can-paper-team-up-with-rock-to-beat-technology.htmlPRLog (Press Release)

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