Original Story ideas, waiting for waking
John shuffled in the uncomfortable and unforgiving plastic seat. The underground train home after school always juddered and bumped along but today nothing could distract him from his numb rear. Having forgotten his trusty comic he was stuck having to listen to the predictable chatter of the
The curved and glistening fangs bit down hard on Jessica’s hand, as too late, she saw them pounce from the soggy undergrowth. Instantly she abandoned all intention of collecting her ball, blind instinct yanking her arm back from the dense foliage. She winced, first as the teeth
John was out late again. There would be trouble when he got back, he was sure of it. He thought of Mum’s last words as he crawled through the half-open window into the school canteen. “Be on time John,” she had warned him. “This is an important
Melanie closed the door as the postman, whistling loudly, walked back down the driveway. She put the heavy parcel on the kitchen counter. It was addressed to her, but he had not ordered anything, and she couldn’t think who would be sending her a gift. Melanie grinned
Alex winced as the thorns dug into the pimply skin on his cheek . He knew he must get the ball back. There was no way Jake would forgive him if he lost it, even if it was in his own back garden! He pushed his shoulder