Daily Prompt: Clutch Creative Writing Lesson 10: Part 1: using creative licence. Part 2: change the context of this chapter by switching the last paragraph to the first. Diary entry June 17 He had always thought his family didn’t get us and that made me sad. Not for me…
Its sail unfurling against the storm, it would carry us forward, us clinging to hope …
I was wrong, 40 seconds goes by in a snap and next minute I was standing in our lounge room, in front of this gorgeous creature, him just out of the surf and smelling like salt — me standing in my favourite navy and white stripe, Disney Dopey night shirt!
As she made her way through the throng of scantily dressed models, production crew, buyers, family and friends all excitedly celebrating the success of the show –she looked down and saw a beautiful Tiffany’s solitaire on her finger. Coming to an abrupt halt as she ran into someone — she excused herself as she looked up to see Wilton staring back at her.
It doesn’t matter if it’s the emptiness and sorrow of a lifetime of love gone – or the sting and humiliation of love unrequited. It’s painful and can strike you unawares.
I wasn’t a wild child really – but there were six teenage boys growing up right next door.
Mr and Mrs Wilton were raising a house full of boys into men, right next door to me, and when you sat at the dinner table with them, which I did often, the fragrance of male hormone mixed with sweat and dirty socks was intoxicating to a fourteen year old girl.
This show needs to sing like a choir of angels harmonizing as if the first child were born. This is my first child. My baby! I need music so sweet people will cry. I need Ed Sheeran!
‘Alice, you keep missing a step, salt then lemon — and listen, he’s not worth the hangover you’re going to have in the morning.’
We were about six when The Wilton’s moved in next door. Yes, I know – who does that to their child? Wilton Wilton! The youngest of six boys, I guess they’d run out of names by the time Will came along.
Alice thought it hilarious, when I recounted my day from hell over drinks at Charli Browns. I couldn’t see the funny side myself and shot her a look that could kill as she plucked candy floss from my hair
He just smiled back and turned his face to the sun, resting back on his elbows. A great body, great smile, cute as hell! There had to be something wrong with him, surely, nobody’s that perfect.