Yeah so me and Daniel were grabbing lunch at Mrs Gregson’s café and there was this really pretty girl at one of the tables. Super glamorous too, you know? Saw her eyeing me up when she walked in, then she sat just one table over, so I gave her a bit of a smile and …
Raoul shifted in the plastic chair and wondered what the hell the princess was up to. The CCTV feed he’d hacked into gave him a clear view of the café she was sitting in but no clue as to why she was there. It had been a well planned escapade, that much was true. And …
Jane Wilson puttered around her kitchen, putting the dishes on the draining board away, wiping the already clean counters and worrying. Her husband, Greg, coming in for a mid-morning cuppa, eyed her warily. “You sure you want to do this, love?” Jane nodded. “Even if it’s not her, there’s going to be a connection. Sofi’s …
I shift uncomfortably in my seat, the fake leather juddering and squeaking beneath my legs, the waistband of jeans I’d bought from a generic chain catering to people my age two days ago are inching down my hips again. How do people get comfortable with this? Yes, I know I’m spoilt, a world of privilege …
I'm going to use the next five Wednesdays to post the same scene from different points of view. It's a fun exercise, and you learn a lot about the characters in the scene. The prompt: Princess Sofia-Anna of Bulgavia is in Wittleup Princess Sofia-Anna of Bulgavia shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She’d managed to get …
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