SCRUMPING_Adam Pearmain_Loving my future_Trusty Ol' Pocket Knife
Catalog Guide:
SCRUMPING
Write about two characters going apple picking.SCRUMPING“I thought you were going to get me some apples?” Abby glared at her husband.“I am, give me a chance,” Andy tutted, “Can’t you see I’m busy?”“Put your betting slips away, and get outside, find me at least thirty cookers for my pies. And I mean now!”Andy ducked as a wooden spoon skimmed his head and thudded into the television.“And don’t forget a bag to carry them in. Unlike last time. Idiot.”“Bloody women,” he breathed as he searched for his unused work boots. He looked around to make sure she hadn’t heard him.The front door slammed behi...
Adam Pearmain
Gabriel stood on his toes, reaching for the dangling shiny treasure just grazing his fingertips. “Godwin will like this one,” He smiled at the prize, now in his hand. The breeze rustled the trees, the orchard was lovely with its colors. The sun gave a small relief from the chill, warm enough when you stood in its light. Gabriel loved this time of year, loved it when the air was colder but the homes were warmer. Summer was so balmy and the rain never seemed to end. The winter was too harsh and raw, unforgiving to anyone’s comfort. The Spring was well enough, fresh, and flowers aplenty. But the...
Loving my future
I crumple the paper in my hand. This is utter bullshit! Not thinking twice I throw it into the dustbin before lying back on the bed.What’s up with my family? Okay! I know, we have traditions. All families do. But this is insane. Getting some religious people to foretell every member’s future and living your life waiting for that to happen. Who does that?And what is the use? My parents were told that there only daughter, Alicia Spencer, wouldn’t live past her 21st birthday. Which of course isn’t true. But would they listen? They took care of me like a baby, hiring people to guard me, not awa...
Trusty Ol' Pocket Knife
The door flung open. Jamie came running into the room, opening all the drawers frantically. He stopped at the bottom drawer and snatched a pocket knife out of it, immediately holding it tightly to his chest. He then stepped slowly to his bed, attention fully on the knife, twww.onedoor.ccracing Dominic’s name scribbled on it with a permanent marker. As he laid down, his eyes stayed locked on what was in his hand. Dom sat at the foot of his little brother’s bed, watching. He as well, couldn’t tear his eyes off what Jamie was holding. That pocket knife had belonged to him, one he had owned since he started pri...