Giveaways from Nick and Carole Anne, Insecure Writer's Support Group Day, and a New Short Story
elcome to Nick , stopping by on his blog tour! Thanks for hosting me today, Deniz. I’d like to share with your readers a flash snippet from my MC, Reuben’s childhood. *** She was the girl he longed for, longed to touch. To take her away from all the tormentors and tell her everything would be alright. But how would she believe him, when he couldn’t stand up to any of the kids who bullied him? Today he had almost done it. Almost helped, out of the goodness in his soul, which no one else in this Godforsaken school seemed to have. They’d been sitting at the usual table in the canteen at lunch. The outsiders’ table, the freaks’ and weirdoes’ table. A gang only by virtue of having no one else to share allegiance with. Some of them talked and commiserated with each other over their misfortune, but Reuben didn’t find talking helped. He listened. Hester sat at the other end of the table from him, and they had barely spoken. She sported thick NHS glasses, like the botto...
