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The mightier pen

a. A story that starts saying, 'I traveled back to Dickens's time, and guess what..'

b. 'When I met Noddy and he said he had read about me.' Try expressing your thoughts and framing a story around this line.

c. 'Let me introduce myself. I work in a publishing house. 🏠'
Continue from this line, on life in a publishing -house. Try including a curious experience that working here has familiarized you with!  (Ideas: when a popular author is about to publish the sequel in her bestselling series and you find a major flaw in it; When a story reached you with half of the script misplaced/not sent/lost- and you found it made a perfect story without a huge chunk of it. You hurriedly published this. Consequences??)

d. A poem on 'My summer home'

e. The funniest character I have met in a storybook, and how I would react if I were to meet him
/her/it in real life. 

f. A movie I watched that I thought had another side to it, a side that would change the way it would be received by the masses (add on why)

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