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Start Writing Fiction – Exercise 5

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Picture © The Open University ok, so I fell behind somewhat after a week off work having fund with the kids and building wardrobes without manual’s. Still, I’m [...]

Start Writing Fiction – Exercise 4

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I could tell just by looking that Stanley was standing proud. With his gloriously decorated two-tone brown/cream Chelsea boots, black jeans, smart large collared white shirt with its black flowery design and his cream Harrington bomber jacket, he was a picture of decadence. He was smiling in his own inimitable fashion and it was beautifully infectious. It was just a shame his face always let him down. [...]

Start Writing Fiction – Exercise 3

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Stanley’s reputation preceded him. His gloriously decorated two-tone brown/cream Chelsea boots, black jeans, smart large collared white shirt with its black flowery design and his cream Harrington bomber jacket spoke of his flamboyance. That inimitable happiness he displayed wherever he went. His face told a different story. Although in his twenties, his face was sharp, rugged and weathered with a large heavy beard and a scar down his right cheek [...]

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. [...]

Plans and Other Stuff

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So, as this is a new blog, I thought I’d say a little bit about my plans.. Well, I have a few things I’ve written over the last 20yrs or so years (there’s [...]