Welcome to Northern Wordsmiths
We are a group of fiction writers based in the North East of England. On this blog, we share what we're up to and some of our work.
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Old man Carnegal was a rough old bastard, or so he’d have you believe. Invalided out of the regular service years ago, he acted as though he was still at war, as though his old enemies were at the door, laying in wait for the slightest opportunity to strike him down. He never spoke about
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Candlefolk don’t sleep as humans do. It would be more accurate to say we become temporarily dormant, our flame burning low as we rest in specially-crafted nooks and holders that prevent unintentional snuffings. It is a stark reminder that we are not natural creatures. I often find myself trying to think of how humans love
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I’M TRYING TO GET RID OF MY TENDENCY TOWARD WRITING. NASTY HABIT. IT’S DRIVING ME MAD, MAD, MAD!! I’M GOING CRAZY! I’ve promised myself I’ll only write lists – shopping lists – from now on and see how I go! I know I can kick this dreadful addiction. I know I can. No more stories!
Welcome to Northern Wordsmiths 