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Five Star Review from Jack Magnus for Readers’ Favorite | Belongings in the Sand

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Five star review for my short story: Belongings in the Sand: The Tale of the Red Heeled Shoes:
Reviewed by Jack Magnus for Readers’ Favorite:

“Carol Knox’s short story, Belongings in the Sand: The Tale of the Red Heeled Shoes, is suspenseful and exciting. Her heroine is polished, urbane and successful at her business, but it is when she’s faced with danger that she becomes alive and in the moment. Knox’s plot swiftly propels the reader into her dilemma, and I could vividly envision the woman standing perplexed and tense by the side of the road.”

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Fevered Mutterings | Mike Sowden and Story Telling Everything

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I came across this guide from Mike Sowden on Fevered Mutterings about Story Telling Everything. I really enjoyed it and thought others might find it useful. Mike’s free guide is here

His humour is great, with just the right mix of vulnerability and self-disclosure. Let’s hope he is not suffering from too much hillside exposure right now. His storytelling resources are great, find them at this page.

My own travel image, a street that I used to know, in Durban, South Africa.

Belongings in the Sand: The Tale of the Red Heeled Shoes

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See here on Amazon, available to buy:

Amazon: Belongings in the Sand – The Tale of the Red Heeled Shoes

This is my venture into self-publishing. Amazon makes it very easy now and you can even use a word document. Go to Kindle Direct Publishing to see just how easy it is.

A fictional short story. A tale of misadventure, from the desert between Dubai and Abu Dhabi and the journeys between. A journey like a Kafka joke, could this be real? Juxtaposition of ordinary and surreal. Would I be able to escape unharmed? What was to become of me?