@cbcreative@iamciarafinan Her flute sang out across the theatre, sweet and mellow until his violin cut in with its low dirge. She blew harder, gratified to hear her screeching high C bite into his morbid low G.
‘You’re sharp!’ He snapped.
She raised her eyebrows suggestively. ‘So are you’. #WriteCBC
Sad not to have placed in this months @cbcreative competition but loved the challenge. Updating a fairy tale with a modern issue. Fingers crossed for next month! #WriteCBC
@cbcreative@silvanhistorian Wendys gaze flits from the laundry pile to the discarded green cloak in the hallway. She hears a cry. ‘Your turn for the baby?’ The boing of the pogostick stops. Peter sighs as he stomps, Wendy waving the mortgage statement
‘Nobody else wants to grow up either Peter' #WriteCBC
@cbcreative@kirstylogan He frantically wiped his fingerprints off the glass, then stopped.Something in him had shifted. He daubed them back on, peppering the window with greasy splodges and long tapering smears. For the first time,her footsteps failed to turn his blood cold. Enough was enough #writeCBC
@cbcreative@samuelburr ‘Waitress!’ The young woman stops picking at her canines and pivots on her heels. ‘Sir?’ ‘There are bite marks in my steak!’. She bows apologetically. ‘The kitchen will prepare another on the house’. Subtly she tucks her tail back beneath her black skirt as she leaves #WriteCBC
@cbcreative @jess_emolloy The smell of pencil shavings and plasticine swirls around a kaleidoscope of tiny chairs tucked beneath low tables. I adjust my medals and march inside. If I can lead a regiment, I can lead a class of four year olds. But why does that boy have a crayon up his nose? #WriteCBC
@cbcreative @AllyZetterberg He had eaten 3 bites of her KitKat now and showed no remorse. This was her stop. She snatched the last finger from the train table, ate it whole and hurled the wrapper at him. As she marched away she sank her hand in her pocket, surprised to find her KitKat still there #WriteCBC
@cbcreative @EmilyHthinks #writeCBC History fizzled on her fingertips as she lifted the mahogany lid. The tiny box was lined with scarlet satin and infused with dust and extravagant perfume. Outside, the middle floorboard creaked, she knew he'd come. But it was hers and she would fight to the death for it
@cbcreative @jennieg_author Strange to be back, most neighbours have died. When a kid moves to a road of bungalows its inevitable. Growing up, I had surrogate grandmas behind every door. Now skips adorn driveways; new owners, new plans. A familiar wind chime tinkles, I smile, Mrs H was my favourite#WriteCBC
@cbcreative Jaw set, fingers poised. Concentrate, ignore the noise. Time travel, danger and an angry wombat. What middle grader wouldn't like that? Start with a plan, whatever it takes, but more of the writing and less Jaffa Cakes! #WriteCBC
Well this is a mini-lesson in perseverance. I entered this competition every day without success until the final day when I was awarded runner-up. Many thanks @cbcreative
Well done to our Act V runners-up @SuzeAndrew and @WritingSloth. You’ve both won a £50 discount to be used on the six-week online #AmWriting course of your choice.
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@cbcreative@CorrineLeith#5ActFestiveStory Maya's face fell when she read what Lyra wanted. ‘But…but I can’t buy that!’ The elf winked ‘We’ve taken care of it'. The first flakes drifted down as she walked home. ‘Maya!’ her sister waved from the upstairs window. 'A White Christmas, just like I wanted!’
@cbcreative @char_hopkins The old man softened and pointed to the gifts. ‘Perhaps you could help me deliver these to the neighbourhood? Be quick, there’s heavy snow on the way!’ The first flakes fell as Maya stepped into the dimly lit street, the sack of presents was heavy on her back #5ActFestiveStory
@cbcreative @KaeSilk #5ActFestiveStory Tearing her skirt on the window frame, she jumped down and gasped. Beneath the Christmas tree, the carpet was littered with the stolen paintings she’d seen on the news, gold frames twinkling. Sell them or claim the reward? The sirens made the decision for her.
@cbcreative@greengillybean#5ActFestiveStory She righted the basket and climbed in, cheeks warmed by the flames of the burner. Moonlit and majestic, the hot air balloon rose into the darkness. Maya saw the grim silhouette below as the arrows peppered and pierced the precious silk. How had he found her?
@cbcreative @JonnyGeller The figure in the rocking chair hypnotised him, back and forth, it turned revealing the profile of an old lady, back and forth, framed by diaphanous red hair her ice blue eyes pierced deep into Isaac’s soul #WriteCBC
@cbcreative@lucysmallbark Like Moses parting the red sea, Sebastian sauntered confidently through the crowd nodding thanks to the bystanders who viewed his giant case with awe. Clive looked away in disgust, had no one ever seen a tuba before? He looked down at his tiny flute and sighed. #WriteCBC