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Samanth’s father had often claimed he’d been robbed. Of his heritage, his culture, his homeland. The list was burnt into Samanth’s mind for the moment he’d learnt to string together words and ask his father questions.

At nineteen there was a girl whose skin turned his father’s eyes dark with fury. His father pointed at her back through the kitchen window and burnt new words into Samanth’s mind. In these ones Samanth was the thief, the robber snatching away what was left of “their kin”.

Samanth looked at his father.

“You cannot steal another’s essence father. Only surrender it yourself.”



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Carol Forrester is a twenty-four year old writer trying to be a better one. Don’t ask her what her hobbies are because the list doesn’t get much beyond, reading, writing and talking about the same. She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University and various poems and stories scattered across the net. Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry’s. Most recently, her poem ‘Sunsets’ was featured on Eyes Plus Words, and her personal blog Writing and Works hosts a mass of writing from across the last five years. She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and is always open to writing more and hosting guest bloggers here on Writing and Works. With hopes of publishing a novel in the next five years and perhaps a collection or two of smaller works, Carol Forrester is nothing if not ambitious. Her writing tries to cover every theme in human life and a lot of her work pulls inspiration from her own eccentric family in the rural wonders of Shropshire life.


    • It’s a tricky siutation, and I did think twice before putting this up because I know how passionately some people feel about this. However, I’ve always felt that fear over losing something cannot be a reason for refusing to accept someone. Everything changes and develops and as long as we remember, and keep the past alive in ourselves then no matter what that heritage will find a way to continue. [I really hope that makes sense.]

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