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When two young Norwegian schoolboys discover a body in a thawing river, a haunting story of long-held family secrets and, ultimately, a type of justice, begins.
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This is gripping Jan. Your sentence is so much better than mine. I wonder do you need 'ultimately' ?
First para (although I suppose I have two but one's a preface)
My sister and I are the only two surviving children of nine. (I think it was nine. It may have been one or two more. Or less.) Some of us died shortly after birth. Some lingered a little longer only to be felled by some ague or fever. One (the first Jack who lived before I was born) fell into the Thames from the attic window. Only Beth and I had lasted to an age where adulthood looked likely. I’d been apprenticed to my father. I was destined to become a master printer and inherit his shop on London Bridge. Beth remained unmarried.
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I'm there Juno. In this precarious bygone London. I want to go forward. Images are forming at my mind's periphery, a figure with a hat, a person outside the shop. I'm on the edge of discovering this rich new world. But I wonder how it might read if you took out 'ague or'. Is ague necessary? It's a good word but might the sense remain the same and the story be unchanged but progress without it? The word fever in itself in the pre-antibiotic era was enough of a threat, perhaps.
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The sky’s full of thunder. The drum-roll to a day of hard truths. I need to stay positive: keep bleak thoughts out of my head, stay off whisky as long as I can. Keep busy. I mustn’t sit still. Distraction, Philippa always said, can be a great help. Thank God Grandad wouldn’t fork out for a dishwasher. I’m trying not to think about him. I see him in his blue chair, sagging to the right. But this time he’s lifeless, his false teeth bulging, a broken-down doll lying at the dump.
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Thank you very much for all the comments...I wonder please, how does this version compare? The clouds are full of thunder. The drum-roll to a day of hard truths. I need to stay positive: keep bleak thoughts out of my head, stay off whisky as long as I can. Keep busy. I mustn’t sit still. Thank God Grandad wouldn’t fork out for a dishwasher. Distraction, Philippa always said, can be a great help. I try not to think about Grandad. Look out the sash window at the rain. Go through the motions at the sink. I see him in his blue chair, sagging to the right but this time he’s lifeless, his false teeth bulging.
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That's really helpful and useful Juno thank you. The disjointedness particularly. I wonder what you thought about the broken down doll at the dump please?
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I'll complete it soon..............Trying to sell my first novel. 41K into the second...I can give medical feedback re prose if needed.

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