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Project 2332

(Seperate BLOG is up)

I am wanting to publish a small book, a compilation of Short Stories for the young adults of the world.

  • The story to be targetted at age group of 23-32 years old
  • The story to have a positive connotation (Basis)
  • Unique and un-published
  • That's it basic and simple.


If you are in please email back.


If Not, perfectly all right, you may just pass to someone who would be interested

Comments

Kay Vee said…
why the name Project 2332?
just wondering :)
Radha said…
what do you mean? Are you inviting publishers for publishing your stories; or are you inviting story-writers and offering to publish?
Anonymous said…
You know my answer already.

So, whenever you are ready, i'm game ;)
@ Trinnie:
heya
hinthint
age group!!
@ Radha:
hey I am inviting people to give stories which I want to complie and publish
@ J
yeah pal
i am w8ing for your story!!!
Unknown said…
have sent u a mail..

would gladly contribute!

cheers
What is written without effort is in general read without pleasure.
twilight said…
My stories are in my blog. Let me know if any work for you with regards your project. Thanks :)
Anonymous said…
oh nooo im not in that age group :P
Keshi said…
hey Abhi!

keshi.
Aditya Anand said…
Am game, atleast to the basic framwork.
wow! i'm so flattered that you thought of me for this! sounds exciting but i wonder if my stories are that good...but definitely i would love to contribute...
hope u got tons of contributions....did u???? and why haven't u been noticed around lately???
Michelle said…
nice idea! what made u think bout it?
dharmabum said…
i don't understand what this means :O
Sairekha said…
Interesting ideas here..:)
NN said…
Hey what happened, is this still on?

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