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Article by ERMurray © 15 January 2019.
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The Wordspark blog is all about giving you inspiration whether it’s for flash fiction, poetry, a short story or something longer – check out our previous Story Starter posts if you missed them. There’s nothing more daunting than the blank page, so here are some images to get your imagination firing – if you’d like to add what you come up with to the comments, we’ll publish what we can, or just use these for yourself – either way, just start writing…

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Elizabeth Rose Murray lives in West Cork where she writes, fishes, and grows her own vegetables. Her first book for young adults Caramel Hearts (Alma Books) was published June 2016. Her debut novel for children aged 10-12, The Book of Learning - Nine Lives Trilogy 1 (Mercier Press) was chosen as the 2016 Dublin UNESCO City of Literature Citywide Read for Children and the follow-up The Book of Shadows - Nine Lives Trilogy 2 was shortlisted for the 2016 Irish Book Awards. The final installment The Book of Revenge will be published in February 2018.

Elizabeth has poetry and short fiction published in journals across the UK and Ireland - including Ogham Stone, Southword, South Circular, Esc and 3am - and has been shortlisted in various competitions including TV3AM Short Story, Francis MacManus, and Aesthetica Creative Works. She has also performed in Ciudades Paralelas: Station - a live writing installation.

Hoping to encourage new writers, Elizabeth provides manuscript reports and online writing courses through Inkwell Writers and Big Smoke Writing Factory. She is a regular at literary festivals, and offers adult workshops on writing for children and young adults, as well as multiple events and workshops for children and teens.

You can connect with Elizabeth on Twitter @ERMurray, Facebook www.facebook.com/ERMurray.Author or her blog www.ermurray.com

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  • The manuscript was worth its weight in cold. Years of tears and torment and a humped back from leaning over the keyword, but it was all for this. The meeting with the dream agent. Placed carefully, almost lovingly inside the faded tan leather bag, Michael was tempted to have Sharon kiss the manuscript first. Her lips were lucky. She was lucky. His muse and the person who filled the pages of his would be bestseller.
    He gripped the handle tightly as he climbed off the bus and made his way across the busy intersection. Images of the all import handshake, signing on the dotted line, an advance that would pay off the mortgage. All within reach now.
    The screech of tyres rounding the corner made Michael jump back, but it’s too late. His tan leather bag got caught among the scrummage of people trying to avoid being run over. Torn from his hand and flung to the ground, it burst open and his masterpiece escaped carried by the wind into the depths of the Liffey.
    His phone rang. It was the agent. She had to reschedule something had come up. Micheal stood and watched as pages sank in the icy water. He would have to make the mortgage payment today after all.

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