Preston Tapley was a lonely nonpareil who not only strolled about without actually touching the ground, but also seemed to speak without opening his mouth.
The day he surreptitiously moved into the old Cummings house, a sad looking structure that had been abandoned in the middle of the night by the previous occupants eight years ago, his normally controlled emotions clearly got the better of him.
(Photo: Edward Roads)
Written by Edward Roads
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It’s been a month since I last posted anything but hey, I still have exactly the same number of followers as back then. Absolutely no one has unfollowed me. Fantastic!
Truth be told I’ve been story-boarding a series of fictional books that have been in my mind since 2004; my ultimate goal in life. It’s all I’ve been doing; sleeping surrounded by notes and rough drafts; going for long walks to get things into perspective; in a continual state of existence every moment of the day while my subconscious works away unravelling problems and searing for solutions. It’s amazing seeing it coming to life after all this time, especially my characters.
I reckon another few weeks and it’ll be business as per usual on WP and planning for the next trip across China. The thing is with WP is it takes me a week of focus and directed energy to…
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