The bite of cold
The bite of teeth
The bite of an insect
The bite of the jaw
The bite of a screw in timber
To bite in response to something someone said
To bite at a hook
To eat a bite
To bite someone’s head off
To bite the dust
To bite the bullet
So many uses for such a little word.
Keegan, his life allegedly a lie, has been running for a long time and it’s all starting to catch up with him. Does he go with Paw man and his boss or does he keep running, refusing to admit that their story might have some truth to it.
This time, I came up with the starter sentence. Feel free to leave a starting sentence in the comments section for the next installment. 🙂
The conflict when a major national/international disaster strikes at the same time as a loved one is dying. My sister was terminally ill when MH17 got shot down over the Ukraine. It was a very difficult time, because I wanted to be wrapped up in my own world, but the wider world had other reasons that were equally devasting to many more people and families.
Welcome to “My name is Keegan”…6. Sorry for the long delay, ocasionally life gets in the road of writing.
So far, Keegan, a teenager all alone, has been chased by metamorphising humans and they have told him they have also protected him from harm. So what happens when Keegan decides he’s got to get out and away from them.
for the story so far
As always, feel free to provide the next sentence starter in the comments secion.
My grandmother was an amazing woman who died many years ago. She was my first experience as an adult (and new mother) of dementia and visiting someone in a nursing home. She did not have a clue who I was. On a good day she would call me my father’s name (I favour his side of the family) but she alway, always wanted to hold her great grand son. I am not sure who she thought he was, because my father only had daughters. This is a poem I wrote after the nursing home staff cut her amazing long hair and changed my grandmother into someone else. (She had never had short hair)
I work with and have worked with some of the most amazing people I have ever met as a teacher. I love the dedication and passion they have for their jobs and I admire the ones who have a good work life balance as much as I admire the ones who gave too much. And just to acknowledge – it takes much more than just teachers to make a school – I’ll write something about what amazing things you do one day soon.