#Ourwritingworld

Well, considering this was an experiment pulled out of thin air, it's been quite a lot of fun. There's been a few responses to this so big thanks to everyone who has taken part. I'll update the blog as more roll in, but here's what a few of you have been writing today for "Our Writing World":


"I had begged Mum to give this man a job and now I needed to do all I could to rid ourselves of him." - @eliza_graham (Eliza Graham)


"Night. The tap of the branches on the window was broken only by the mournful hoot of an owl. A creak from the other bed..." - @swiftstory (Deborah Swift)


"Dorin appeared from behind a stove, wearing a grease-smeared apron over his fine shirt. He looked quite odd." - @mfwc (MFW Curran)


"Annais looked to her father. 'This man gave me hope when I needed it. He can be trusted,' she said." - @SirReadalotUK (Stuart McAllister)


"Carefully, I straightened up. Now that I knew it was her, I wasn’t sure what to do for the best. Williams would be expecting me ..." - Alis Hawkins


"....rapid loss of consciousness and death. There would be no post mortem; no-one would ever find out." - Frances Garood


"...special in me. My tenacity, my ability to do the worst jobs, make the tough decisions. My gullibility." - Aliya Whiteley


"An icy gust tugged at my cashmere scarf. OK, that wasn't, strictly speaking, Goldfarb's fault." - Len C Tyler


"My name is Saskia Maria Brandt. Repeat it, please, so that I know you heard it." - @ian_hocking (Ian Hocking)


"Linda's husband had left her the previous year and she had been struggling to cope on her own ever since." - David Budd