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Fire collapsed from exhaustion,his paws treading ineffectually in air and soft whimpers emitting from his throat. A chittering sound flew in on a gentle breeze, a sinister aberration making mockery of the surroundings. «No escape, canine!»

A multieyed arachnid, dressed in safari clothing, emerged through the bushes. «No escape, just the illusion of a broken web...»

General Farenhi viewed the open plains of Tucker III through hyperscopes, his hands shaking nervously in a rythmic style. Corpses lay in fallen clumps; whispy smoke issuing from empty eye-sockets formed pockets here and there,gently obscuring the Plainspeople who shuffled about, looting the dead of all physical possessions and gourging themselves on choice morsels of tender carcass. The General frowned,his long tongue dipping out of his black and white snout. Damn carnivores leave nothing for no-one, save the vultures of War, he thought, as he took out a silver case from his uniform and removed some premium grass to chew. Yes Sir, he thought, it's a right old jungle out there.

Done on Amazon Kindle, same night as posting date.

writing a story on kindle

working out the ease of writing on this instrument is not easy but there seems to be a nice, not distracting functionalism to it. Blogger seems to be an acceptable medium from which to write.

It was a cruel winter. Sebastian sat by the field of shrivelled vegetation, thumbing uselessly at his home-made violin. The first strains of sorrow haunted the ruined fields. The sound rose, echoing throughout the fields,the cities,the mansions and the straw huts. The music grew powerful and seeped out the nation; it was a cruel winter.