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An Unsure Future

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Dominic had taken charge of our ancestors urns. Their colourful exteriors belying their contents. With the history of our race contained within they are the key to our future. The authorities do not wish us to have a future, for our religion   is feared.

The only route left open to us, a rusting suspension bridge. With Dominic leading the way I crossed in horror, for I had seen the ants chewing through the rotten supportive rope ties. Leaving our burnt out village behind, I could only trust that what waited ahead, surely must be better than the raging river below.

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        1. I would never say no. But at present I am about to try and put together a novella length book. Plus I hope to design the cover and some illustrations myself. I am also working on three differing Model Railway layout and various other projects. I once joked that if I lived to be five hundred years old, I would still not have finished all the stories that I have started.

          1. I think it’s great to have so many projects on the go. When you’re doing something for yourself rather than for someone else, you don’t need to worry about deadlines.

          2. I think it’s great to have so many projects on the go; it keeps the mind active. When you’re doing something for yourself, you don’t need to worry about deadlines.

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