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telegraph.co.uk/news/uknews/defence/9435227/P...Hi there. I'm looking for honest critiques of my work. It's 423 words. I have been reading and writing almost every day for about five years and have never been published. I aim to one day write professionally. Thanks.
The Jackal returns with a vole in its jaws which it eats while watching the Alsation. The great dog has been limping for a while now. It barks and takes off in the direction of the static city and the other three dogs keep up.
They follow the motorway amongst frozen traffic until they reach the buildings where the stream of dead vehicles spreads. The Jackal is the only one without a collar. It keeps its distance but is always near. The Collie spots a cat and gives chase bu
My free time is spent searching great halls and corridors for entertainment. A dropped coin, a petrified mouse, an empty bottle of port. Anything with a story. Anything until I am summoned by my husband.
One cold Winter Aldous left for Serbia despite being unable to grow a full beard. Nine months later he returned with one leg and a small metal disc. Thus began Aldous’ first period of reclusiveness, during which I tended to his study door. I would knock it and leave dinner there and return an hour later to collect the remains. This led to his first publication, bringing us freedom from debt and a perfect wedding.
My husband disappeared again after a dreadful crash took his eye, leaving me
Hi there. I'm looking for honest critiques of my work. It's only 380 words so won't take too long to read. I have been reading and writing almost every day for about five years and have never been published. I aim to one day write professionally. Thanks.
My free time is spent searching great halls and corridors for entertainment. A dropped coin, a petrified mouse, an empty bottle of port. Anything with a story. Anything until I am summoned by my husband.
One cold Winter Aldous left for Serbia despite being unable to grow a full beard. Nine months later he returned with one leg and a small metal disc. Thus began Aldous’ first period of reclusiveness, during which I tended to his study doo



