Mawgrim

Interesting start. Judging by the conditions in southern England I’m assuming this is a dystopian alternate world, as it's obviously set in our past.

I believe Joey also said the classic line, ‘Get out of my pub!’

There are a few more Pern stories to come.

I always find writing (and reading about) dragon injuries is much worse. Gold dragons are so much larger and stronger than the others, they can accomplish some very tricky rescues.

There's quite a lot of back story to be told, before we get to the end. I reckon it'll be less than 10 more chapters now.

We could figure out Mr Stanton would do something extreme after the way he was behaving in the pub, but to kill Jack's mother... Words fail me. And if they hadn't been so quick to call the police, Jack might be dead too. Worried about what will happen to him now with his mum dead and sperm donor under arrest.

I think I've heard that ghost story before. I remember doing something similar on Halloween when I was a teenager. The story was something about a girl going through a spooky house and finding dismembered parts of her boyfriend. Making the props beforehand was almost as much fun as inflicting them on the 'victims' in the dark. The camping trip so far is giving everyone a chance to talk (and do). Loved the scene with Jack and Joey in the tent, both hot and tender.

That chapter took some hard work and plenty of editing. Glad it worked.

R’feem informed the Wing a few days later that an emergency meeting of all the Weyrleaders had confirmed the changes in Threadfall timings was a Pern wide situation, not just affecting Fort Weyr. It lasted for almost three months, taking them up to Turn’s End, before abruptly returning to the previous pattern. During that time, D’gar experienced many unusual variations in the way Thread fell and noted the way the Weyrleader and his Wingleaders dealt with each of them. He and M’rell also continue

Absolutely. The only other thing that is anywhere near as embarrassing is walking in on your parents having sex! Shaun is definitely behaving oddly. Everyone in this story is starting to find out things about themselves.

So glad that Joey's dad found out and that Jack's mother is in a safe place. Telling Joey about his crush was brave of Jack and I'm sure Joey will have a sleepless night thinking about it.

Glad Mitch made it that far and that he doesn't have to spend a seventy-second night on hard ground. Lung cancer seems likely, especially as he has been living in such a dusty place for so many years. It's terrible to think of the numbers of people who must have died before modern treatments and diagnoses were around. It'll be interesting to find out what Mitch's past connection to Will was about.

Thank you. It will take a bit longer for him to make up his mind and there will be a few more hellish weeks at work!

Great start.

Well written story with a lot of insights on how fear can cripple people's lives. I enjoyed how Mike gradually came to realise he couldn't let it rule his life and how what happened made him more willing to communicate with others in his neighbourhood.

Great. Most of the major supermarkets sell a version of the same thing, or you can get the genuine article on Amazon.co.U.K., albeit at a high price.

Very much on the mark here @ColumbusGuy. All of the big multiplex companies run much the same way, and their customers mostly don’t care. This is because their main audiences are teenagers watching the latest blockbusters and families with small kids. The customer service is all about selling them overpriced snacks and pop and once the film Is over, they are herded out as quickly as possible. People who want to see anything outside the usual Hollywood blockbusters go to their nearest independent cinema, where customer service and good presentation is still a priority and the staff/management love movies.

Craig would never be asked back as he's from the wrong era. Like a lot of people who started their cinema career back in the 'good old days' the old fashioned standards are too ingrained for him to feel comfortable with all the changes. They’ll carry on bringing in young people, although not all of those will be like Greg. His ambition is to get out of the field as soon as he can, settle into an office and tell other people what to do.

He's gradually becoming more disillusioned with it, to the point where he won’t take much more.

Sadly, he's a bit young even for early retirement. Reporting Greg might work, but as he seems to be flavour of the month in the department right now, it would probably be brushed under the carpet. Might make them consider Craig for redundancy though, if he's going to disrupt the smooth running of the department.

Started new treatment last week after a couple of difficult weeks when I was in and out of hospital. I don't let it disrupt my writing schedule though. Pleased to say I averaged 1,500 words a day whether inside or back home. It's weird being in hospital. You get institutionalised so fast. The food is pretty dreadful, but thankfully the hospital near me has a Marks & Spencer food hall on site, so I was able to add some taste to the unappealing stodge with such goodies as feta and beetroot salad or supergreen salad. I feel sorry for the patients who aren't mobile and who have to exist on what's provided. I mean, it's not even very healthy. Most of it is prepared off-site and just re-heated, like meals you get on board a plane. Salads look like something from the 1970's - limp lettuce leaves, pale tomatoes and soggy cucumber, with a choice of salad cream or mayo. What kind of hospital is it where you can't even get vinaigrette in 2021!! Whew. Glad I got that off my chest. Anyway, I've been carrying on with 'Threadfall', mindful it's getting close to the end. I also wrote a sequel to my anthology story 'Fellow Travellers', called 'Travelling On'. For each of these I post a chapter each week. I like deadlines. It forces me to write even when I 'don't feel like it'. The supernatural murder mystery has been on the back burner. I really wanted to get ahead with everything else so I had enough finished chapters in case everything went pear-shaped and I became ill enough not to even care about the quality of hospital food. Thankfully, that hasn't happened and the side effects of the new treatment don't include anything that stops me writing. I'm also revisiting a fantasy story I wrote during the 1990's. I think I might post that on this site to see what people think. I can certainly see the differences in my writing style. So, plenty to be getting on with. Plus another scan to look forward to tomorrow. Here's a picture of the hospital lasagne - one of the more palatable meals, although the veg was cooked to mush!

That sounds great, but what are Rotel tomatoes? Could you just use plum tomatoes instead? It sounds like the sort of recipe that lends itself to adaptation and experimentation.

The only good thing about getting back to his house was Jerry’s enthusiastic greeting. He’d left it slightly later this time, as James and he had gone to bed for a couple of hours following their traditional Sunday lunch. He was fairly sure they’d burned off quite a few calories and it had been much more fun than an afternoon walk. A long week stretched ahead; Monday to Wednesday on normal duties, followed by Thursday to Sunday on emergency cover. He’d already sent an email to Richard reque

A lovely use of the prompt and a reminder of how the pandemic has disturbed so many lives and businesses.The descriptions were very visual; I could imagine being in the shop and in Spencer's house.

I was really surprised to see the date of this play. Must have been seen as very forward for its time.