Through The Hollow Steeps Of Willowy
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  • Reads 15
  • Votes 7
  • Parts 2
  • Time 24m
Complete, First published Jan 14, 2016
Lillian, a pretty writer making her way through the hustle and bustle of an established Fashion cave, has been writing the travel column for as long as her passion as artist shone. 
Things haven't always been dandy and candy for her but somehow her defiance and will had earned her A worthy limelight. 

But just like season change, so does time, and so do people. 

And just after her first applaud, the things started rolling downhill, betrayl, malice, once covered in shroud, haunted her, mocking in her face now. 
So she did one thing she adversed the most, she fled; The scene, the place and her entity.


Now Ann-Lee,a woman of thirty-five, has lived her past 12 years in monotonous yet content ode. Keeping up the tally and living each day by its worth is all she walks on. 


But could One Blink, One Knock and One Step of a familiarly unfamiliar foot on the Steep Of Her Willowy, help her in de-tangling her feet from the gyves of her past?


A story ticketed roller coaster of Emotions, of Promises Broken and Hallows Awoken; of First of plenty and of The Unexpected turns, fate often throws. 

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A runner-up of short-story contest by Rupa Publications, this story is bound to leave you enthralled. 

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