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Start Writing Fiction – Exercise 13

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Gabriella was nervous enough that her winking eye was back, she could always tell but it was an involuntary reflex she hated with a passion. The alarm was raised and her team appeared to have scarpered, leaving her dangling close to the high ceiling of a room in a mansion with two security guards running around looking for intruders. Lucky for her, the penknife Duncan had dropped from the ceiling had bounced across the floor and come to rest underneath a sofa. Also lucky was that the two idiots below her never looked up. If they had, the police would be here by now. [...]

Start Writing Fiction – Exercise 12

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Gabriela Santinero was a woman with a critical stare you be hard pressed to forget. Her five feet height would let anyone else disappear easily in a crowd but she is feisty, thinking nothing of climbing peoples backs to see above the crowd. Her jet black hair and green eyes give her a striking look that few would not notice yet she was not beautiful by usual standards. Even so, her husky voice turned heads. It was why she kept a weapon close to her chest just in case. [...]

Start Writing Fiction – Exercise 11

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My interviewer mumbled something under his breath but I didn’t hear it. “For the benefit of the tape, the interview will now begin. Subject fourteen is around six foot tall. He is medium build with no obvious marks on his body. He has mousy brown hair, blue eyes and a hook nose. His demeanour appears relaxed yet nervous. Please can you tell me your name?” “Craig Wenham.” “Thank you. Do you know how you got here?” “I’m afraid not. Any hel….” “I’m sorry please just keep to the answers.”. how do you feel at the moment?” I paused. This was an odd interview. Did I survive something? “I feel nervous, unsure, a little anxious and a tiny amount of frustration.” “Would you say you were scared at this moment?” [...]

Start Writing Fiction – Exercise 10

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Picture © The Open University For exercise 10, I have been tasked with writing a brief scene around 300-500 words, portraying a character in a complex way, going against [...]

Start Writing Fiction – Exercise 9

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Picture © The Open University Extra time on the train so had a go at exercise 9.  today I had to create something new from scratch that concentrate on creating strong [...]

Start Writing Fiction – Exercise 1

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picture © The Open University So I joined a writing course with the Open University called Start Writing Fiction.  The first exercise was to write a paragraph (50 to 100 [...]

The Race – Part 6

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And now the final humiliation. It wasn't Scrounger's fault, his Dragonfly companion, they'd found each other when he first arrived. No, the organisers had thought to put him at a disadvantage by giving him no gunner. So he was stuck. The race was about to start and no partner in sight. [...]

The Race – Part 5

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Margaret, prepared as always thanks to Dreamer, slowly rose above the blockage and headed into open sky. It was a beautiful clear blue, bright blinding sun with not a cloud in sight. "Hey you two" Dreamer said, "I can see the door from here." Just then a bird came shooting past them. It appeared to be completely out of control, flapping its wings wildly trying to right itself. Looking in the direction the bird came from, they saw another team under heavy attack from a very large bird. Thinking better of joining in, they watched the fight from afar. Hoping the team would get away. "Oh dear, poor Dragonfly." Margaret said. As she saw the Dragonfly being eaten by the bird. [...]

The Race – Part 2

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Derek understood. He swung back underneath and reached his hands ready. Sarah did her part and Hawk slowed down to match speed and spin of decent. Tumbling over and over the other team saw what was going on and releasing there straps, held on for dear life while reaching out for Derek. 'Come on' he thought. 'touching fingertips. Just a bit more'. Grabbing the wrist of each person they grabbed him with all their might, dislocating one of his shoulders and pulling the shoulder muscle of the other. [...]

They’ve Fired Sir

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The largest Solar Flare on record heading for Earth. Floating EMP bombs, high in the atmosphere ready to go off as the flare hits. Allied countries raising protection shields. Planetary destruction imminent. A short story by McCarthyMR detailing the final moments from inside the UK bunker deploying the shield. [...]

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