The Story Thieves

I absolutely love this story by the lovely and amazing Joyce. I am so so lucky to be able to call her my friend. This story is hauntingly beautiful and terrifyingly relevant. It’s also utterly atmospheric – the sentences, the descriptions, the characters. I loved this story and I hope you do too!

Muse in Pocket, Pen in Hand

Writing prompt

Every local on the island knew about the banned books. What they didn’t know was that they were stupidly easy to find. But that was only if you knew where to look, and if you knew what you were looking for.

Nobody knew what they were looking for anymore, though. Their vision had been whitewashed; their ears were now only peeled for the distant wail of sirens, their skins accustomed to the sting of rancour that pervaded the air.

The people’s anger was at times a living beast that walked among them, and at times an ash-filled cloud that smothered them wherever they went. They saw the same shades of black and white everywhere they went, and sometimes Annaliese wondered if they remembered a time when they could see colour, or a time when they remembered something called a story. Tales of the impossible, the imaginary and the imagined, that…

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