Here's a snippet from a story I'm currently working on....this is just the intro.

Any comments, although there dont seem to be many visitors here! 

 

 

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Chapter One

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Don didn’t kill his wife Chrissy. She couldn’t grab the lifebelt he had thrown her and she had sunk like a stone. At the most crucial moment in her life he had been unable to dive back in and save her. This was history. He now understood that their lives had been carried along with no form of control. There was now nothing that remained of the life they had had together. He had become a phoenix and did not want to relieve past experiences. His illness was a constant threat. It was not visible and only an experienced eye was able to detect it. Where it all had begun he could only guess. There was so much he couldn’t remember.<o:p></o:p>

Both himself and Chrissy had met their mutual nemesis years back without any formal introductions. Neither of them would have been able to say exactly when this happened. He now realised that Chrissy had unwittingly shown him the true extent of his madness by mirroring him all the way and beyond. There was no single event, no <o:p></o:p>

<o:p> </o:p>explosion that caused the hiatus in their lives. All he knew it had wrecked them with a gradual stealth and had cost them dearly. The first cracks appeared some years back, living in leafy <st1:place w:st="on">Surrey</st1:place> when at thirty-three he was two years older than her.<o:p></o:p>