![Character Sketch](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
A description of one of the characters from my novel. He gets killed off pretty quickly (spoiler!) so he doesn't get very much time, which is too bad,..
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![Thinking of You](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Life changing moments are strange sometimes. This happened to me when I was a senior in high school, and shook up my worldview like nothing else.
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![A View From the Edge of the World (working title)](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Nick Jones, a talented young musician, sets out to find his mother's estranged family in the wake of a personal tragedy. However, he finds her Canadia..
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![Chapter 1](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
“In recording these truths, it must be remembered, however, that no other music can touch the human heart with greater effect than a Scotch reel..
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![Chapters 2-3](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Two
Ripples.
Light and dark.
Strangely geometric ripples.
“I think he’s awake.”
Nick blinked, and saw ceiling tiles above him..
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![Chapters 4 & 5](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
It was a road to nowhere: a long line of crumbling asphalt stretching to the gray horizon. The only other marks of civilization were a few twisted scr..
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![Chapter 6](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Night was falling rapidly. The rain had abated into low, silvery fog that blended with the clouds and the soft creases of the hills. Shapes blurred in..
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![Chapter 7](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Alasdair stopped, one foot on the porch and one on the top step. “What?”
“How can I get out of here?”
Alasdair stepped back ..
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![Chapter 8](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
“And what do you expect me to do, Chris?”
“He’s your cousin.”
“Really now? I’d missed you telling me the l..
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![Chapter 9](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
He was walking in the fog, stumbling over wet, dark rocks. It seemed to Nick as though he had been walking aimlessly for days, lost in the gauzy cloud..
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