Anne Louise Avery

@annelouiseavery

Anne Louise Avery is a thriving writer on Patreon, earning an estimated $5,000 per month, with a potential range of $6,251 to $290,671. Her success is evident in her 899 paid members, out of a total 1,268 members, who support her creative endeavors. Avery's Patreon journey began on September 6, 2020, and since then, she has built a dedicated community who appreciate her engaging writing. Her Patreon allows her to focus on crafting both short stories and long books, enriching the lives of her readers with her impactful storytelling. She also actively engages with her audience on Twitter, further amplifying her creative voice.

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@Anne Louise Avery

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On Valentine's Day, Sea Otter and Ermine had driven into Penzance to have lunch at Robins on Causewayhead, a favourite treat. It was very cr

Old Fox was trying to persuade Wolf to come out of the wardrobe, where he'd been hiding since listening to the news early that morning. I'm

My dream last night, said Ermine, was of a street in Chelsea; dusk, heavy snow; so very quiet. Strange feeling of utter hopelessness, of utt

Every year at Candlemas, great drifts of snow-drops bloomed across Old Fox's village – miraculous, unadorned, pilt into the pale February su

They buried the Snow Goose that morning, in the apple orchard, in a quiet corner where the winds from the Atlantic still blew. In spring, th

Old Fox had found a snow goose in the frozen fields which led down to the sea. She was dying. Her beautiful long neck was twisted and her da

Sometimes the sky over Old Fox's village was a little different from the rest of Dorset. Sometimes on dull and overcast winter afternoons, t

Old Fox's kitchen on the morning of the 21st January – a clean-scoured oak table, fine ribbons of pale, winter sunlight, a blue and white bo

The morning of the 20th of January. Brushing the snow from his fur, the Fox of Greenwich Village sat down by the far window in the coffee sh

The Dragon had caught a terrible cold. He knew exactly from whom - a very small rabbit who had sneezed over him in the typewriter department