I sat in front of the glaring lights. Bright lights between the mirror, enhanced my reflection of a masked face in white make-up paste. The make-up artist diligently applying colour dust with a small sponge on my dark skin. “You really have very soft skin,” she whispered into my ears with a smile. I smiled…
I had no idea what I was going to write after my first novel, Operation Cosmic Teapot. I flirted with a number of ideas, including this one, which ended up being a full novel. The first piece of writing that I did for this book is below. I wrote it out to get a feel for…
In 1866, Peter Baxter’s misfortune ends the day he leaves Badgerys Creek orphanage. Unsure of what to do next, Peter finds himself on a farm run by Mr. Brown. An aging man, Brown needs help and is happy to give Peter a place to live in exchange for his labor. Unbeknownst to Peter, Brown’s past…
Daddy dad! Oh what am I to do now? Malcolm? No no nothing! He is but a baby No Oh this! This despair. Unbearable pain. The loneliness. But Malcolm is still small. Who? What am I to do? Quiet. Listen! Listen to the music. It is but the music of silence. For life has completely…
Author: Mehreen Ahmed Category: Historical Fiction Print ISBN: 9781988762067 Publisher: Cosmic Teapot Publishing In 1866, Peter Baxter’s misfortune ends the day he leaves Badgerys Creek orphanage. Unsure of what to do next, Peter finds himself on a farm run by Mr. Brown. An aging man, Brown needs help and is happy to give Peter a…
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