Leading Up To… was originally just meant to be a stand-alone short piece of fiction, that soon ended up with a Part 2. It was whilst working on the second segment that the ideas continued to blossom. Off screen these have become Parts 3, 4, 5 and so forth (now their own separate chapters), with the […]
Adverb Writing Challenge: Max 100 words (excluding name and title). Golf Swing by Gavin Biddlecombe Gripping the club tightly between incredibly tired, sweaty hands Joe stood eagerly over the tiny, pimply white ball hidden snuggly in the long grass. Crazy eyes stared longingly at it as the club was drawn menacingly up high behind […]
Leading Up To… (Part 2) by Gavin Biddlecombe As the last two marshmallows dropped into the contents of his steaming mug, Dave inhaled deeply, enjoying the thick, rich smell of chocolate. There’s definitely an upside to working here, he thought, even if the days are long and the uniform takes some getting used to. He […]
Leading Up To… by Gavin Biddlecombe Sat at his desk and poring over the new intake of e-mails that continuously filled his inbox, Dave reviewed the names alongside the ancient, over-sized book beside him. He glanced over at the clock on the wall of the large office as it slowly ticked away. Almost 15 o’clock. […]
Dolls By Gavin Biddlecombe “What’s she whining about now?” “Leave her Paul. You know Tiny’s scared when there’s a storm.” Andrea rolled over pulling the duvet up around her. “Rescues tend to be a bit apprehensive. You’ve seen how she’s been in the past.” “But she’s out of her bed this time.” Paul clambered out of bed and gave up on finding his slippers […]
The Cliché Challenge was a little harder than expected. Then again, the others weren’t a piece of cake either. With a maximum word limit of 150 words, I had to cut my original draft by nearly 100 words. And, no matter how much I tried to think of one, it seemed harder to add clichés […]
Watched by Gavin Biddlecombe My bruised hands support me on this rough branch high above the ground. I’m thankful to be up here and even more so that it cannot climb. It’s been a few days since I found my refuge but the unbearable heat works against me. The sweat rolls down into my tired […]
