THROUGH THE Scottish Book Trust as detailed in my previous post I entered the following into the short story competition based on the writing prompt: The Future:
What a nap! Wait. I don’t remember having a preference for hospital beds. Octopus-tubes were attached to my skin. A heart monitor registered my panic. Scared, sore necked, I sat up. The calendar read 2045. Outside, nothing had changed. Typical. Reflected in the window I saw a robot looking back…
I'm from Scotland, where everyone owns a castle and pisses whisky. Some of the preceding sentence may contain factual errors.
I've been writing and reading for a long old time. I'm now trying to get into the published material side of things. I'm building up a bank of short story material and finding my legs in the long story side of things..
Hold on..I need shortbread..that's better..now where was I?
Like all good writers I have written a vast amount of stuff and like children's school meals large portions of it remain unfinished.
I write about all sorts, largely drawing my inspiration from real life events, futuristic musings and the dark recess of my mind. I say recess, it's the only recess, it's got to hold everything.
Enjoy the blog once it's up and running with material and please feel free to link me and share your work.
TWITTER: @FionnGrant
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4 Comments
Very cool, indeed!
I love the risk you take as a writer with so little laid down.
You really have to surrender to the reader and allow them to make of it what they will.
Very cool, indeed!
I love the risk you take as a writer with so little laid down.
You really have to surrender to the reader and allow them to make of it what they will.
Thank you for sharing.
Liked it. I Robot?
Cheers. Something like that! Just free-wrote.
Maybe that’s the best way, Lion!