As a child, I used to write a lot of poetry, to help me express my feelings.
In my early twenties, after seeing a programme on television, a friend and I thought 'we can do that', and we soon after found ourselves spending a month hitchhiking in Wales, talking to the people, visiting places, and in the process collecting local paranormal stories, and even putting one to the challenge by spending a night on top of Cadair Idris (by doing that, we were supposed to go mad; I don't think we did, but some might dispute that!). I put all that information together as a book, though I never did try to publish it. When a Canadian friend saw it, she told me that I could have used it to pass a graduate course, she thought it was that good! Obviously, I was chuffed with that.
Child rearing and life in general stopped me from writing for some time, till my kids were a bit older and I found myself spending night after night writing my first children's book, THE HOUSE. I sent it off to a publisher, got a rejection, and then more or less forgot about it.
A few more years passed, and I began to think of taking up writing again. A few short stories emerged, and I started doing a Creative Writing course. This course made me look at my writing more seriously and I joined a local writer's group. I also started another children's book, TRISTAN, got stuck on that for a while, and then ended up writing several short stories.
The Three Hares was one that I had started at the writer's group, finished off at home and then sent off to a competition - the one and only I have ever sent off. And though it didn't win, it did get a Highly Commended.
After that, more short stories emerged.
It is my plan to put several of these up for sale via Smashwords, write some more and to also to get back to TRISTAN and finish it.
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The Forbidden Door
by River Byrnes
Approx. 3,980 words.
Published on December 21, 2012.
The Door. The Forbidden Door. For untold centuries, it had remained closed, undisturbed.
A terrible storm raged and amongst thunder and lightning, the door swung slowly open...
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