Month: April 2016
The sky was purple,… no,… not sky,…
Emma sat up a moment, the sleeping bag bunching down around her waist. She let the ghosts of her dreams dissolve, clearing her mind and letting it drift towards memories of the night before.
She fell back, breathing in the scent of pine needles and dew. A wind was tapping against the edge of the tent and she drew her breath in time with the swelling fabric.
Emma laughed, arching her back and screaming into the sky as she lifted her hand, the engagement ring shining.
“Yes! Yes! YES!!!!”
(c) Tim Austin 2016. Promo image courtesy of Jet van der Wouden via Unsplash.
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See you tomorrow for “Beehive”!
News on other storytelling projects!
Didn’t I say something about making this blog a daily thing? Yeaaaaaah,…..
A lot is happening at the moment so there’s a lot to say.
First up, I’ve been contracted to be the official Bentham Storyteller at the “Bentham Carnival” for the second year in a row! I had tremendous fun at the last Carnival (read about it here) and am expecting to enjoy this year’s just as much!
The title for the storytelling is “Rain or Shine – Umbrella Tales”. I’ll be performing 4 stories through the day. Just like last year, I’ll be writing them in advance. Come along to High Bentham on Saturday the 4th of June and enjoy!
There’s a good chance that I’ll be returning to my role as DCI Clueless in “Clueless and Wuffles: The Case of the Missing Jewels” a little later in the year. Situation still developing on that…
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“This,…” Becky’s Mother stroked a finger over the young girl’s palm. “Is your life line.” She smiled, her blue eyes fixing on her Daughter’s. Becky giggled, pulling her hand away.
Mother and Daughter laughed together, their summer hats flapping gently in the breeze. Below them, the surf crashed against the legs of the pier. Gulls soared above, calling a lament as they swept out to sea.
The girl’s Father was calling her. She looked towards him.
“Who are you talking to?”
She turned to look at her knelt Mother. Her smile faded.
“She always loved it here.”
(c) Tim Austin 2016. Promo image courtesy of Wil Stewart via Unsplash.
Today’s one word title was suggested by the lovely Becky Danks – avid bookworm and reviewer. You can find her on Twitter at @.
Keep your one word titles coming in – I can’t do it without you! Pop your suggestion in the comments section below or tweet it to me @ using the hashtag #onewordonestory. Go on, what’s stopping you?
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Doug watched the two men with helpless amusement. Television production had ground to a halt as each man took turns placing the prop against their tongues.
“Doug, we’ve two more scenes to film ye,…” “Shhh, Sally”
Sally lowered her voice, following the director’s gaze.
“What are they doing?”
Doug leaned down, conspiring with the runner.
“It’s a game of “who can hold the vibrating probe to their tongues longest without laughing””
Chris was winning – Craig seemed wholly unable to keep a straight face.
“But didn’t we make that out of,…?”
“Oh yes.” Doug winked.
“Thank God for Ann Summers,……”
(c) Tim Austin 2016. This probably didn’t happen. I mean they wouldn’t. Would they? Fictitious. All of it. Honest, guv. It’s even fictitious people. (Also goes without saying: no infringement intended – all in the spirit of fun!) Promo image Courtesy of NASA via Unsplash.
Today’s one word title was kindly donated by the TV legend that is Mr. Danny John-Jules: Cat in Sci-fi comedy “Red Dwarf”, jammy fella who flies to a sunny island every year to film “Death in Paradise” and (my personal favourite) Barrington in “Maid Marian and Her Merry Men”.
Thank you Danny 🙂
This project is my attempt to write a whole new short story every day for a year, based on single donated words. Take a look at some of the other stories written so far – you’ll find a list on the “Pre-Loved Words” page and in the sidebar to the left. If you’ve enjoyed this story hit it up on your Social Media feeds and let your friends know!
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See you tomorrow for “Hands”!
Stephen pressed ten fingers to the glass, his breath frosting a small circle as his face sank ever closer. Someone was talking to him. A nurse, he thought. He didn’t care.
For so much of his life he’d drifted: aimless in his passage from one job to the next. One failed relationship followed another – a ship without power or purpose, blown on the wind. Finally life mattered. Beyond the glass she lay: swaddled in an incubator, tiny and useless.
“She will need constant care for the rest of her life.”
He didn’t know why the nurse looked so sad. To Stephen, his daughter was perfect.
(c) Tim Austin 2016. Promo image courtesy of Alexander Lam via Unsplash.
Today’s one word title was donated by Sue McCormick: Actress, Playwright and Activist. She’s also pretty darn awesome in pretty much every way. She wrote this, among her other works http://www.whatsonstage.com/lancaster-theatre/reviews/10-2013/no-fat-juliets-lancaster_32214.html.
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And keep your one word titles coming in! Pop your suggestion in the comments section below or tweet it to me @ using the hashtag #onewordonestory.
See you tomorrow for “SmegForBrains”,… I’m told, by the person suggesting it, that it’s a real word. Considering his name is Danny John-Jules, I’m inclined to believe him!
Mr. Funaki pinched his fingers so softly together, his wrist turning, the violin singing a long, fragile note that rang through the auditorium. His heart soared with every trill. His breath sighed and twisted at every gleaming, crystal-sharp echo that swept through his chest and swam high against the rafters. The instrument was perfect: its dance so delicate that the tiniest fracture would form in his mind and shine like the sun.
Tears stung his eyes as they flicked open, gazing at the silent instrument in its case. He lay his swollen, arthritic hands to his lap,… the memory fading away.
(c) Tim Austin 2016. Promo image courtesy of Providence Doucet via Unsplash
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