Tanya Bell
Profile
Studying for her BA in Communication and Literature Composition, Tanya has a 25 year reading and writing obsession under her belt and with this obsession she has written a multitude of short stories and is working on the 3rd draft of her debut novel Elysium.Tanya also offers a manuscript appraisal service of all things fiction. Initial appraisal of short stories and novel excerpts up to 5000 words offered at competitive price (AUD). Longer pieces and full manuscripts can be considered after initial appraisal. Go to www.thebookspace.com.au to become more familiar.
Groups
Tanya Bell is a member of Art and Stories Made For Children, Birth and Maternity, Bits and Pieces , Blue Room, Compassion, Courage & Friendship, Faerie World (WINGED FAERIES ONLY!) 2 per 24 hrs, Flash Fiction, Greek and Roman Mythology, Masterpieces: Literary Workshop, Melbourne & Victoria, Queensland, Short stories - Spherical Scriptings, Twisted Tales and WMG.
Journal Entries
Fortune Cookies
Posted about 1 year ago.
Google it
Posted about 1 year ago.
Guilty as Charged
Posted about 1 year ago, 4 comments so far.
First of hopefully many
Posted about 1 year ago.
Writing
Elysium Fields - Prologue & Epilogue
‘People miss who I was Fay, not who I am now.’ ‘No your wrong, your friends miss you!’ Faith said
Elysium Fields - Excerpt 3
Resting his head in his hands Khai stood in Elysium Park on the morning of his seventh birthday and watched his mother sleep, wishing silently that he was curled up besides her.
An Exercise in Supervision
‘Jonah, answer me!’ Sophia’s voice rose in panic, visions of chaos and carnage danced around her imagination.
Ruby Red Shoes
Wrenching her hand free, jagged finger nails tearing the skin on the back of her hand she spun on her heel and sprinted toward the crack of light she could see on the far wall.
Yesterday was another day..continued
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To the strains of the Last Post the heavens shed tears and she stands in the rain letting her own fall freely to the ground, quietly whispering to herself Lest We Forget.
