Impatience
It was dark, and I'd been stuck behind him for about five minutes, but it felt like forever.
Born in 1971 in Thatcham, Berkshire, I've been a teacher for 18 years and now live, teach, write, paint and rant in sunny North Yorkshire. If you're strange enough to want to know more about me, please visit www.antonywootten.co.uk. Cheers! [Disclaimer!! I often write for children, but not everything I've posted here is suitable for a child audience. Parents, please monitor what your child reads!]
It was dark, and I'd been stuck behind him for about five minutes, but it felt like forever.
[This is the first chapter of my recently self-published novel for children, A Tiger Too Many. I'd love to know what the people of Opuss think.
Nathaniel knew there was something different about his daughter these days. She was changing.
“You have to go now,” I say, because the sight of him in my bed is making me want to screw up my eyes and say the word “safe” four times and one for luck. I resist because he’s looking up at me now.
Without really meaning to, he gave her an angry scowl.
I'd like to thank all the people who have liked any of my opuses, or who have chosen to follow me.
The gentle waves hissed like elegant ball gowns on elegant ladies. It was early.
Hitman by Antony Wootten I pressed the accelerator and felt the Volvo surge forwards, the windscreen wipers slashing their way through sheets of rain like a Machete through dense undergrowth.
The doorbell pissed on my already sputtering creativity, and I thumped the desk.
So that’s it then is it. You’re just going to sit there, as if that’s the end of it. As if everything’s alright. You’re impossible. You won’t even have an argument about it.
It had all been a dream, thank God. A nightmare.