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My name is Laura Huntley. I run a writing group for older children at Woodseats Library, Sheffield. I am a published author. We meet up, once a month, to get scribbling fantastic stories.

 In the spirit of all things Halloween - I introduce SPOOKS. Here is a collection of stories we have been working on.

 We meet on the first Saturday of every month, 2pm-3pm.


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