The Vicar made his appearance in time to shake hands and usher in the VIP’s and Celebrities who had been invited to attend. All smiles and good humour, the man of the hour, his long wavy hair swept back from his face. “Ah, Bart!” he boomed striding towards the frozen faced Bartholomew.
Bartholomew turned jerkily to face the source of that hated name. The childhood taunts rang in ears, the misery that his stupid name had caused. “Don’t call me that,” he hissed between clenched teeth. It seemed very quiet and he felt eyes turn towards him. He saw the Pritchett woman and her cronies, clumped together – staring at him. A buzzing started in his ears. It seemed a strange combination to him, the hush and the buzzing together.
Not Another Blog!
No wait. I’ll change that to “Not Just Another Blog”. Everywhere I look on the internet today are blogs on “How To”, “Three Things You Never Suspected About Your Cat”, “10 Surefire Secrets of Being An Internet Billionaire”, etc etc. The interwebs are filling up with crap really quickly.
I decided to do something a little different with this blog. I decided to use it to write fiction. Short stories, serials, that sort of thing. I’m going to invite other writers to join in too, and we can all have a blast making stuff up.
I get a little tired of reality day in and day out, I enjoy a good yarn and this is the place to do it. Of course I’ll have to write copyright stuff all over the place – like this work is copyrighted to the authors and all rights are reserved and no part may be reproduced in part or in whole without the authors express permission. All that sort of stuff.
This is about being original, whether it be funny, sad, dramatic or romantic. The point is it is made up – with no resemblance to persons living or dead intended. So won’t you join me?