Exercise from a creative writing course I recently completed: Imagine a beach. On the beach is a door that leads to an attic. You go into the attic. Write about what you find there. THE ATTIC BY THE SEA The attic was bare. The floorboards rough and uneven. As I walked across … Continue reading THE ATTIC BY THE SEA
The result of a writing exercise from a course I took recently - given the first sentence, extrapolate a page of fiction writing. LAST ORDERS He lifted his head from his drinking, as cattle do, and looked at me vaguely. His large, dark, empty eyes reinforced the bovine similitude. He didn’t … Continue reading LAST ORDERS
Eight in the morning and she was still the only one there. She wasn’t surprised. It had been three weeks now. Still Evie felt she had to come. She hunched down against the concrete pillar, protecting her from the unceasing wind. At least it wasn’t raining today. The surface of … Continue reading THE LAST FLOWERS
Running. Hard. Breathing heavy. Feet pounding. Sweat dripping. Muscles straining. The hard surface jarring his joints as he hurtles onwards. Round another corner. No time to look back. Need to stop. Hide. Somewhere. Blood. Blood on the streets. Blood on his clothes. Death. He survives. He runs. Escape. In the future … Continue reading THERE WILL BE HOPE
I edited these selection of short comedy sketches for the BBC Fast and Funny initiative recently. Some of Scotland's up and coming comedy talent got the chance to write a sketch and see it filmed and edited. Do have a look and a chuckle: BBC Writersroom - Fast and Funny
