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-the ghost of you- short story contest

I have received about 14 stories which was forwarded to the judges. You can still send in the stories, the results will be out hopefully next week. This erratic network prevented me from uploading the stories to its proper site. Will be doing that soon also. Thanks for all who have sent the stories.

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Keshi said…
ok Ghosty Im really sorry I couldnt take part :( U know how busy I was just b4 Chrissie. I'm so sorry!! I hope u forgive me.

Keshi.
Sojourner said…
hey GP...
plenty of posts wishing a happy new year on your blog... :)
looking forward to reading those stories man... 14 entries huh ? Good number!
How are you by the way? At one point there were a lot of posts about 'employment'...
alex said…
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alex said…
Me too waiting to read the stories.

How is the new year going??
Sojourner said…
hey GP,
I hope that means you are "free to chase" other dreams... I believe there is always a blessing in disguise... perhaps you have been offered a clean slate of sorts..
hey... I will leave it for you to decide all that.

Power to you man!
I demand THE reward for not sending a story!
Nahuatl said…
Who wants to live forever?

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