Hello everyone, Just to let you all know that the story is
coming together very well now. All of the art work has been completed I will upload it shortly so that you can have a sneaky peek at the scenes! My good friend Matthew Thomas has taken on the
writing and I am very pleased with what he has produced so far. Hear is a small part of the introduction, Enjoy!....
‘Come on we’re gonna be late!’
I can just make out mum’s irritated call over the airborne rebellion of my well chosen song. When my family annoy me I tend to shut myself in the sanctuary of my own personal four walls and play out my frustration with the bass turned high. This particular frustration is caused by the annual family trip to some god forsaken corner of the country that my parents always promise to be a thoroughly enjoyable and interesting experience. Promises that are never delivered.
My dads now knocking on my door. After waiting a while longer and achieving only a mounting volume of shouts from downstairs I grudgingly give in. Snatching up my rucksack I head downstairs.
With my head leaning against the car window I count how many yellow cars pass. Anything to keep a line between me and insanity. How many teenage boys want to go on a trip alone with their parents? I wish some one would tell the answer to my parents. After what seems like hours we leave the main roads, trading streetlamps for fence posts. We drive on. Quite what they’re expecting to find amongst nothing but a vast landscape of fields I could not guess. ‘This looks like a lovely place to stop for a spot of lunch’ Mum announces as we pull off the country lane and into a designated picnic area that looks as though it were manufactured for family outings of a similarly boring nature to the one my parents have planned. The sun is shinning brightly overhead so after Mum hands out the sandwiches I head to a tree and lay in the shade while Mum and Dad sit on a picnic bench with a map planning routes to nature reserves and historic buildings. I look around desperately for something to do. Seeing nothing but sheep grazing in a nearby field I begin to count them. The grass is comfortable, My eyes are quickly growing heavy. Mums voice floats around my head as if from far away ‘We’re leaving soon
hun’ .................
Unfortunately due the time scale I will now only be producing a
shorter version of the story. It will still have
around 20 interlinking scenes. I aim to produce a number of full length stories in the near future, when Uni is over and done with.
Check out
www.be-orange.co.uk/betweenthelines soon!
