This term, I am taking a creative writing module, Writing for a Child Audience, on my Masters course at Roehampton University. Every week we submit short creative pieces, and this is my first: the introduction to a story in which adult authority is dispensed with.
This is a piece that could become something much longer and interesting, so we’ll see if I ever get round to it!
Continue reading “The Day The Grown-Ups Disappeared”
Last month, I went to a writing workshop led by the fantastic Jacqueline Wilson. Jacqueline Wilson is Chancellor at the University of Roehampton, where I am studying, so I thought I would pop along and see what she had to say.
Continue reading “Thank you, Jacqueline Wilson!”
Tap tap tap.
Ooh. A day early. Well, that’s a nice surprise.
Now, where’s my list? There, ok. So, let’s see. Ok, so there’s that trip to pay for and those tickets to book and my bike needs new brakes and then there’s the repairs and I’ve got to get a birthday present for –
Wait…where did it all go?
Hey baby, it’s me. That’s right, I’ve come round again.
Did you miss me? You know I missed you, I really did. Now why don’t you go ahead and do what you do best?
That’s right, baby, spend me. You know I like it. Ooh yes, just like that. Go on, baby, spend me, baby, spend me, spend me!
According to Wikipedia, a drabble is:
a short work of fiction of around one hundred words in length.
The idea behind the drabble is:
brevity, testing the author’s ability to express interesting and meaningful ideas in a confined space.
So here is my first drabble. It’s called By your side.
“Don’t worry,” she says. “I’ll never leave you.”
And she means it.
She will always be there, supportive, a giving look in her eyes as she sacrifices herself, for his sake, over and over. All for him. Because she believes in him, even if he doesn’t believe in himself.
“I’ll always be at your side,” she says quietly, moving closer. She puts her hand on his. He doesn’t move away.
He doesn’t want her to be there. He wants her to go. He says nothing.
A short piece I wrote a while ago. It was an exercise in the second person, which is an odd tense to write in but I really warmed to it.
Continue reading “The Lake”
The final part of this short story / extract from a book not yet written…
Continue reading “The Vampire’s House Part III”