CRAFTING A STORY FROM SCRATCH

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Are you looking to pen down a killer story?

Do you have an idea, or several, that you want to write about, but do not know where to start? 

This workbook will assist you in turning a simple idea into an awesome story by introducing you to the basics of story structure, with a follow through example to guide you in every stage.

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CRAFTING A STORY FROM SCRATCH

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