Even as she stood there, staring at her reflection in the mirror, she couldn’t quite fathom out how she’d managed to get herself into this mess. She’d been secretly dreading this moment for weeks, scenarios playing themselves over and over in her head like an episode of Top Gear on Dave. What if it didn’t fit? What if she tripped over her own feet? What if she accidentally head butted a small child and ended up on the local news? What if she turned out to be a natural and they asked her to do it again… ?! It had
Been a while since I’ve written anything on here. Or, for that matter, written very much at all, which is why I recently signed up to Start Writing Fiction, a free online course provided by the Open University in conjunction with Future Learn. Behold: my first piece of proper writing in quite some time. Why ‘Never Be Lonely’? Because we were told to use the first thing that we heard on the radio as our inspiration, and Chris Evans gave me this… a tad shoe-horned to fit my ‘allocated’ theme, but I think it just about works: Almost ten past seven. That wasn’t good.
I decided to try my hand at writing another short story for this week’s Creative Writing Ink prompt – partly for the challenge, but partly because the photo this week put an idea in my head that I thought would be better told as a story than as a poem. Our Spot “This was our spot. Every Sunday when it was nice we’d pack the folding table and chairs in the boot and drive out here, stopping off along the way at our favourite bakery to pick up some rolls and pastries to take with us. It was our chance
Slightly belated Happy Easter everyone! And a slightly belated Creative Writing Ink exercise to go with it! I actually had this pretty much finished and ready to post last week but I kept getting distracted and ended up sort of, well, not posting anything… However, here’s my effort, a (very!) short story for a change Easter Steph couldn’t wait. It was Easter and that meant one thing – the annual family get together at her grandparents’ place down in Cornwall. It had become something of a tradition over the years, ever since her grandparents had decided to retire and move