Title: Extract from Scarcely Credible
by Christopher from Cheshire | in writing, fiction
SLAM! One more door slammed in Peter Jamerson's face. He'd given them one photo and 500 words of the biggest scoop of news he could find and still they thought they had enough to turn him away. Was it the story? No, it couldn't be. Mrs Smith's cat dying was a fantastic story, there were interviews and everything. However instead of standing on the step face to face with the door for any longer Peter began his walk home. The rain drenched his thin black coat as he scuffed his shoes on the pavement. It was gone six o'clock before he managed to get on the road to his flat and once he'd rattled the keys in the door of his flat for a full three minutes his stomach was aching with hunger. One more shove sent him hurtling into the flat and bumping into a table. Looking up from the floor on which his head had impacted after being launched into the table he checked himself for bruises before heaving himself up from the floor and onto his feet. His flat was a particularly clean one but not thanks to Peter. Fortunately for Peter he had a very organised, enthusiastic, cheerful flat mate to welcome him home after his useless attempts to step into the journalism business.
'Hey Paul!'
'Hi Peter, did they accept your article?'
'Not this time' Peter answered.
Paul Scott had always been Peter's best friend as far back as he cared to remember. Always there for him through thick and thin, the only problem was that he was an accountant and could be slightly boring sometimes but who could complain when a friend does all those other things for you.
'Back to the old newsagents then?' Paul said as he reheated Peter's dinner as per usual.
'Yes, for now' Peter replied.
This is the beginning of a story I wrote whilst on a writing course. People at the course enjoyed my writing and I got feedback and I hope I can get the same here ;)
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