Following a request or two I've putting up a sample of a short story I'm working on. This is still in the early stages of development so it may well change a lot. Please tell me what you think. The golden hue of the October sun was beginning to fade over the weathered brickwork of … Continue reading The Absent Arrival
The old man looked at his creation and smiled at his work. His time and effort had paid off and the garden was a sight to behold. It was simplistic yet lavish and the same time, stone walls were verdant with colourful floral growths, there were examples of topiary in many forms, flower beds were … Continue reading The Old Gardener
She looked upon the small pool of fresh water beneath her, if she was going to escape this hell hole this is where she needed to be. Any travellers heading to the city would have to pass here... There was no other source of fresh water until the city now. Her salvation would come through … Continue reading The Last Oasis
Miss Sevenpenny yawned, loudly, despite there being no-one really around to hear her. The first yellow strikes of daybreak had visible about an hour ago, but were rapidly becoming lost in the grey mist and cloud which were descending on the town. Street lights now being to dip down from night operation and the early … Continue reading The Bedsitter (Fiction)
Saturday Meet Joan and the Bar Maid to discuss scripts for the pilot. Bar maid asks if she’ll get chance to be physical on screen. We go to Joan's little studio. It is cramped, but good enough for doing a few scripted pieces and a bit of improv. Bar Maid is a bit of an … Continue reading The Pilot Session
It was going to be a long day. That much had been clear the minute that woman had turned up on the door. He'd briefly met her several months ago when Arthur had got him roped into conducting a medical assessment on that Saudi prince who wasn't. "Well she knocked on the door and asked … Continue reading All That Glitters.
That seems to be the headline theme running across the British News at the moment what with the Beast from the East and Storm Emma hitting our shores (don't them sound like they are part of a WWF Tag Team?) and what has resulted in mass hysteria across parts of the UK.... mainly because so … Continue reading The Snows of Terror
“How do I look?” Asked Sevenpenny modelling her Nun robes. “Like you broke the heart of every twenty something heterosexual male in the UK,” replied Arthur. “I’m sure they'll move on from the disappointment,” she laughed. Her demeanor changed. “I'll blend in?” “Yes.” Said Arthur. Sevenpenny found it very easy to mingle with the entourage … Continue reading Vespers
Friday It’s finally all in the can. Even Julia has relaxed towards the end of the shoot. I do wonder why PT was disappearing off studio. Now the nightmare of editing it together begins. Annie is busy registering an appeal with the board of Governors but I don't think it will amount to much. She … Continue reading It’s A Wrap (fiction)
Monday lunchtime I am sitting in the staff room talking to Mr Seers and Berta, the arts teacher. “The Head is clamping down on everything,” mused Mr Seers. “She's making us actively check what novels our students are reading.” He took a big gulp of coffee. “I have been told that one of the boys … Continue reading Lunch break
