I’ve been writing since I was that small boy, mainly poems and an occasional short story. Maerlin’s Storm was first written over a decade ago. It wasn’t something I planned to do. I didn’t wake up and say, I’m going to be an author. Far from it. Like many things in my life, it all started with a dream. The next morning, I wrote a poem Later, it became a story, and this small seed became my beanstalk. People read it and enjoyed it, but then life became...
“You’re charged with murder in the first degree. How do you plead?' asked the judge. “Self-defense, your honour,' I responded. “I thought he was a burglar.' The prosecution smirked and presented their case. Large glossy photos of the crime scene were displayed before the shocked jury. It was damning stuff, the victim’s body lying there with a dagger sticking out of his red jacket. Despite a vigorous cross examination, I stuck to my story. “...And the mince pies on the table, beside the fireplace. You say they were left over from your supper?' “That’s correct.' “What about the Christmas stocking?'
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