Okay, so for exercise 7 I’ve been tasked with trying describe something familiar with one or two ordinary words that you wouldn’t normally use in that context so, [...]
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 [...]
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. [...]
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 [...]
picture © The Open University So here we are and it’s Exercise Two. in this exercise, I learnt a bit about why 6 other writers chose to write and relate them to my [...]
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. [...]
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. [...]
As they reached a good enough height, they caught a glimpse of two other dragonfly's, one was in a bit of trouble but seemed to be ok. The other seemed to have a team of 8 with three pea shooters. Squinting, she thought she caught a glimpse of 'nah', she thought, 'it can't be'.
Suddenly, the wind took them and they started to spiral downwards. "SALLY! WAKE UP! both Haley and Jane said in unison. "WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!" [...]
Eagle shouted "LOOK UP YOU TWO!". Troy tipped his head to the sky first and spotted shadows in the sun. Immediately taking evasive action Eagle flew fast, rising up as Troy maneouvered side to side to see if they could see what was coming. Celandine, also looking up, angled her gun at the shadows knowing something was about to attack.
Suddenly, a massive bird swept past them, disrupting the airflow and sending them into a spin. Troy soon corrected but a second bird was on them, sweeping past the other side, causing them to spin again. This time though, one of Eagle's wings was clipped at the edge on the fly past. [...]
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. [...]