@Coach Was gifted a lovely Rexy pop socket a while back, saved it for a new phone... Broke in less than 5 months. Really enjoying the customer service experience of being told that as I'm out of warranty, it's actually my problem that their manufacturing is shoddy and cheap
@cbcreative@richardroper The dog noticed the snowman first. Barking madly, until Ned grabbed his collar. They stared.
Coal-black eyes, cute-as-a-button nose, stripy tie.
'Well... That's definitely a snowman.'
Liv gestured to the carpet of daffodils around it's snowy feet. 'But it's July.' #WriteCBC
@cbcreative@iamciarafinan 'God of course you're early', accompanied by an eye roll.
He glared. 'On time, you mean?' She pointedly looked at the empty room. He glared harder. 'Well you're here too.'
'Only for the pastries.' He watched her walk away and smugly ate the last danish; her favourite. #WriteCBC
@cbcreative@silvanhistorian He knew straw wasn't ideal, but needs must. Then: black mould. Mr Wolf shrugged and blamed drying clothes. It seems sticks don't pass cladding rules. Mr Wolf shrugged and he never saw his deposit again. He felt smug in his brick block. Mr Wolf shrugged and issued a S21. #writecbc
@cbcreative@samuelburr Flora watched as the judge, Clive, tried the cake and grimaced. Not a surprise; she'd made better. Anonymous though, thank god. She wasn't likely to claim it now. Meg took a bite just as Clive went puce. Honestly, the branding of that rat poison box: just like the flour.#WriteCBC
@cbcreative @jess_emolloy The sofa was soft beneath his hands; he jerked back as though in pain, as he did when skin caught a stray nail on the kitchen walls. The room was so bright, not just the sun, though he squinted at that as though it were new, but clean. None of the dank corners of home.#writecbc
i don't want to hear anyone asking "what do the royals actually do for us?" again, now they have provided one of the most insane comms fuck ups the world has ever seen. what a gift. thank you, the windsors
@cbcreative @EmilyHthinks Her coffee is cold; he'd again not made her one at home. Her name on the cup, wrong of course, skewering the illusion of going local. A look when she'd forgot her reusable. All muddled today. She has a sip, winces at the decaf and supposes she'll have to get used to it.#writeCBC
@cbcreative @jennieg_author It was bizarre, seeing the three teens lounged over the bench. Like patchwork figures echoing down the years, with sketched-in mobiles and cooler shoes. They all gave a loud whoop as a plastic bag caught an eddy and spiralled up. She got it: it had always been dull here.#WriteCBC
@cbcreative@CorrineLeith 'A puppy? You want me to steal a puppy?'
The elf sighed: 'Keep reading.'
She did. 'Oh... she wants me.'
Maya looked dubiously at the chimney as the elf took her hand. 'I know a way as long as you're not allergic to reindeer; we'll give Lyra a spin as well.' #5ActFestiveStory