Sunday, 18 October 2009
Write Your Own Story Here
Memoirs can often appear 'flat' and have less meaning for modern readers. This Blog is about bringing your experiences to life, so that rather than events remaining as significant points in time to you alone -you bring them to life by plotting and developing characters, storyline and conflict-for everyone to share."Below is today's contribution......
'Sat in the underground living room, watching and listening for life and sounds of human traffic, I rarely ventured upstairs to the front door, but I always heard wheneversomeone called, especially whenever George returned from Steyning Market. Now in his late forties, George regularly travelled by train to the livestock market to buy animals and vegetables to breed and eat. On his return he always thumped the front door with his gloved hand; the glove hid his missing finger, shot off by a German sentry in the war. From my seat in the underground front room, I heard George groan as he tripped on the front doorstep. Then he kicked and thumped the door in irritation. Dolly was waiting for him.'
In this excerpt from 'A Mother to Kill a Son' I begin laying a sinister atmosphere woven by George's gloved hand and Dolly's impatience.
Question: Have you got a Story to tell......? .Tag your story excerpt to comments below...
Ross Martin (author) A Mother to Kill a Son.http://www.brightonboy.co.uk
'Sat in the underground living room, watching and listening for life and sounds of human traffic, I rarely ventured upstairs to the front door, but I always heard wheneversomeone called, especially whenever George returned from Steyning Market. Now in his late forties, George regularly travelled by train to the livestock market to buy animals and vegetables to breed and eat. On his return he always thumped the front door with his gloved hand; the glove hid his missing finger, shot off by a German sentry in the war. From my seat in the underground front room, I heard George groan as he tripped on the front doorstep. Then he kicked and thumped the door in irritation. Dolly was waiting for him.'
In this excerpt from 'A Mother to Kill a Son' I begin laying a sinister atmosphere woven by George's gloved hand and Dolly's impatience.
Question: Have you got a Story to tell......? .Tag your story excerpt to comments below...
Ross Martin (author) A Mother to Kill a Son.http://www.brightonboy.co.uk
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