Drippy the Rain Drop

Here’s a short-story about a rain drop called Drippy. I wrote it in an alarmingly short space of time when I was huddled inside my families craft shop. My imagination suddenly sparked. I could write about anything. Anything my Nan asked? What about a rain drop…  

Remember Renato

Renato = To rise again Still yet to make the dialogue far more authentic and create a more real environment that’s true to the location. Get a rich sense of the culture. Renato’s interactions with his wife were cracked and cursed like the baked yellow lands surrounding them. A small house, white and tiled, evenContinue reading “Remember Renato”

A Listening Whisper

Wow, so I found an old story I wrote for school when I was something like 14. (Had to open it in Open Office because my ruddy Microsoft has expired as usual). So I’ve realised I had started typing it up because the original is a printed copy in my attic.  I’ve managed to typeContinue reading “A Listening Whisper”