Start Writing Fiction – Exercise 7
Picture © The Open University And now we come to Exercise 7. for this exercise, I had to turn on the radio and note down the first thing I heard. then use it as either [...]
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Start Writing Fiction – Exercise 6
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, [...]
Start Writing Fiction – Exercise 5
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
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
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 2
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 [...]
Start Writing Fiction – Exercise 1
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
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
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. [...]
Have Sally and Jane met their match high above the lily pond? (The Race – Part 4)
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!" [...]
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