SpineOut : April 2012
Copyright © April 2012. All rights reserved. Good Reading Magazine Pty Limited. issue 10 // APR - MAy 2012 creative inspirations the last bit your stuff more your stuff even more of books more Read This! Read This! David.... I was abruptly woken by the sound of the garbage truck clanking down the street. My head was in a mess. I opened my eyes to remnants of the fun we had last night; a wine glass lay broken on the floor encircled by the stain its contents had left. I stumbled from the couch where I’d crashed, out to the kitchen. Dirty dishes covered the bench and pizza crusts lay scattered on the floor. I felt pressured by all the cleaning up that would be needed, but I knew I had more important commitments to attend. I received a flight reminder message on my phone, and it reminded me that I wasn’t a twenty- something anymore and people were relying on me. Breanna.... The sound of the clock in the living room ticked and my time was running short. I had ten minutes to be dressed and out the door looking half decent. I ran as fast as a cheetah up the stairs, along the hall dodging the chaos that cluttered the floor until I had finally reached my room. I grabbed a dress and under wear and headed straight for the shower. After the quickest shower I’d ever had in my life, I swiftly did my hair and make-up, grabbed my bag and ran down the stairs and out the door to my waiting taxi. Tandem stories are simple – a person writes one paragraph of a story and then passes it on to the next person to write another paragraph and so on. You never know how the story is going to end up. Here are two tandem stories. Choose one of them and write the next paragraph. Be careful not to finish the story. your stuff Huon.... He was running. Faster than he ever had before. He could hear the sirens getting louder and louder. As he looked behind him he could see the darkness being replaced by flashes of red and blue. Fear star ted to grip him, ‘I can’t go back,’ he thought, ‘not now.’ His gaze scanned the empty street. The apartment blocks reminded him of the walls of his cell. This made him even more nervous. He then heard the screech of tires and looked around to see the car speeding towards him, headlights blaring, the ear piercing screech of the sirens. ‘I can’t go back. Not now.’ Hariett.... She was sitting on the couch, fear and sadness coursing through her body hoping that her husband was safe. A box of tissues was on the coffee table next to their wedding photo. That picture took her back to times when she could hold him in her arms, when the days seemed better and when she didn’t feel so alone. She looked around the apartment and realised all she had was him; all she lived for was his love. She decided to switch on the television to take her mind off what had happened. As the television booted up, she could hear the boring drawl of the news reporter, ‘And finally, local felon, Toby Price, has escaped from...’ books Students from Year 11, Hunter Valley Grammar School in NSW have been practising their tandem stories.