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WRIPES 6 - Writing Project - World Asteroid day

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The 30th of June is World Asteroid day. To raise awareness and to inspire new authors to publish mini-ebooks, Chinthaka Nanayakkara, the organiser of WRIPES, has invited writers to participate in this project.He edits the stories and creates beautiful covers. 

Several talented writers have joined this project and published their Asteroid day stories on Sweek. These books are available in many languages, translated by the WRIPES-6 coordinators. My story, If an Asteroid falls on Cape Town, South Africa, can be read on the Sweet platform. It is also available in Afrikaans, Spanish(translated by Kathy Baker) and Portuguese(translated by Samantha F. Carneiro). 

I hope that you will enjoy reading these stories and find something insightful in each of them. 

Happy reading and writing! 
Stay safe and blessed.


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