I sit on the edge of a cliff overlooking a vast wilderness of fields and woodland. Land that once flourished with crops and livestock, now overgrown and wild, lost to mother nature. The fields and woodland stretch as far as the eye can see until it meets the tranquillising sky, boasting a beautiful sunrise of blues and purples surrounding the ever intensive beam of the sun. What separates the sky and the ground is a thin black line that looks like it has been drawn using a well sharpened HB pencil and ruler. Keep on reading!
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I don’t think I can escape this house without spilling blood. I live in a small town just outside of Bristol with a population of only 20,000. It’s safe to say that everybody knows everyone’s business. As a child I was what people would refer to as normal. I played football with my mates, went to school and misbehaved like and ‘normal’ teenage boy. I struggled through my GCSE exams and completed a BTEC National Diploma in Sports Development and Coaching before I enrolled onto a Sports Coaching degree; and it is at this point that everything went wrong. Keep on reading!
The weather was dreadful. The relentless rain hammering down on the windscreen like it was desperately trying to find shelter was enough to reduce my visibility to about a meter in front of my car. Keep on reading!
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Widespread panic engulfed the city. To the public, the government and emergency services were no more. Law and order no longer existed. I saw some of the best of humanity, but mainly the worst. My journey home took me towards a plume of smoke. As I got closer, I could feel the air become polluted and the blistering heat beat down on my exposed skin. As I turned a corner my eyes widened in astonishment. Keep on reading!
Whilst on my Creative Writing course I was asked to write a piece on a Shakespearean play or character, adding a modern twist to it. I decided to write a 1st person piece on bottom.
I am an actor. The moment I left my mother’s womb and was given the surname Bottom I was destined to put on an act. I saw it as a deterrent for any form of mockery from moronic adolescents who regarded their comments to be that of innocent merriment, unbeknown to them that each remark slowly chips away at my already fragile self-esteem. Keep on reading!
Chapter 2 of my short story Survival of the Fittest. To read Chapter 1, click on the category link ‘Survival of the Fittest’
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The next week or so seemed to go from bad to worse. We were told by work to come to the building every working day. If the power came back on then it would be business as usual. If not, they would take a register of who had attended and that would reflect in our pay slip when things went back to normal. At first, the vast majority attended only to be turned away once their names were taken. Keep on reading