http://slow.writerscafe.org/DHarvey The original writings of author Drew Harvey en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776067565 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 So I posting this up again, there's been a few more additions and some alterations made! I hope you enjoy! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DHarvey/2007718/ This is a rewrite of a previous piece, i hope you enjoy! This still inst finished, Id really appreciate any pointers or advise!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DHarvey/2001730/ So this is the first part of a prologue. It's not FOR anything as such, i'm just experimenting with how to start writing. I hope you enjoy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DHarvey/1978276/ This is a short piece about a fellow called Grey digging a hole. This is a bit of a depart from how i usually write so all feedback is appreciated! 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