Natalie Timson @NitNatTims

Joined June 2009

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Natalie Timson @NitNatTims

a year ago

@goodreads Joe Abercrombie’s.

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Richard Chizmar @RichardChizmar

2 years ago

Giving away a copy of this signed by Stephen King Cemetery Dance #79 tomorrow night. Just Follow and RT to be eligible. Good luck!

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@cbcreative @kirstylogan #WriteCBC She promised herself that was the last time whilst licking the steel blade, thick with blood. Her eyes, blazing golden fury, shimmered in the moonlight. The taste of him was utopia, his death a tragedy. She sunk onto her knees amidst the blood soaked earth and howled.

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Natalie Timson @NitNatTims

2 years ago

@StephenKing 1.) Beatles. 2.) Death on the Nile

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2 years ago

@PenguinUKBooks Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett

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2 years ago

@cbcreative @jess_emolloy #WriteCBC Snowflakes glistened in the air around her. Icy, sparkling stars falling from the sky. They melted instantly on her tanned, outstretched arm. She cried out. The frost felt like death’s own kiss. The snow was silent, encompassing. But wherever he went, she would follow.

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Natalie Timson @NitNatTims

2 years ago

@cbcreative @AllyZetterberg I sat down on the swing. My bracelet caught on the chain handle. I called out to him for help. Grinning, he pushed the swing with all his might. “No!” I cried. The bracelet snapped as I swung high into the cloudless sky. “Again?” He asked. I knew then that it was over. #WriteCBC

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2 years ago

@cbcreative @EmilyHthinks She kept the pebble in her raincoat pocket. It was smooth and shaped like a heart. Memories of their wallks on the beach. The wind whipping her hair as he chased her across the sand. Soft waves lapped at their wellies. In drizzling rain, he placed his heart in her hand. #WriteCBC

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Natalie Timson @NitNatTims

3 years ago

@cbcreative @jennieg_author #WriteCBC The fields I trod with Grandpa and Dog now home thousands of families in identical houses. The sweet melody of a blackbird is drowned by the roar of lorries passing the street I played kerby as a child. Sunshine feels dimmer beyond the hedgerows, a church bell tolls.

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Natalie Timson @NitNatTims

3 years ago

@cbcreative My goal is to finish the novel I have been trying to write for 20 years. I would also love to meet more lovely people across the writing community. #WriteCBC

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Natalie Timson @NitNatTims

3 years ago

@cbcreative @CorrineLeith #5ActFestiveStory The elf led Maya outside, to the children playing on the street. “Lyra wanted snow,” the elf grinned. A girl turned and waved, then threw a snowball right at her sister’s face. Maya laughed and ran to Lyra. The elf disappeared into the sparkling snowflakes.

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3 years ago

@cbcreative @char_hopkins #5ActFestiveStory “My sister is already on your naughty list,” Maya replied, her cheeks as crimson as the jolly man’s jacket. He was a mountain of a man in red velvet and a peak of snowy beard. “Ok, Maya,” he winked. “Complete this one task and your sister will get a present.”

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3 years ago

@cbcreative @KaeSilk #5ActFestiveStory She crawled down the guttering and slid through the cat flap. The beam of her torch led Maya from room to room. Her stomach dropped with dread. The house was completely empty. A window banged from a thrown snowball. “Oi! Who’s inside No.13?” A child shouted.

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3 years ago

@cbcreative @greengillybean #5ActFestiveStory The curl of smoke from the chimney was proof enough for Santa. The naughty lists were no more. Secrets burn easily. A whoosh of ice slammed into her face. A rogue snowball. Maya slipped on a cracked tile, falling through the roof and into the Professor’s attic.

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3 years ago

@cbcreative @RowanHLB #5ActFestiveStory For the horned figure that emerged into the market square froze the festive scene out of existence. Twinkling candles snubbed, cinnamon apples rotted, families with sobbing children fled. The Krampus had arrived and he was staring directly at Maya.

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Natalie Timson @NitNatTims

3 years ago

@cbcreative @JonnyGeller Swish swish swish. Old tweed slippers shuffle across a worn moss coloured carpet. Swish swish swish. They slide along a cracked and dirty tiled floor. The slow faltering steps cease momentarily as the old man pauses for breath. #WriteCBC

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Natalie Timson @NitNatTims

3 years ago

@GoldsboroBooks My death. An aged notebook, pages curled and filled with scrawls, fell from a top shelf. I glanced at the inky words and read a sentence. I dropped to the floor. It had been a spell. An incantation for death. My lost soul is now trapped here and peruses the books for evermore.

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3 years ago

@cbcreative @arrroberts I swung beneath a canopy of leaves as a branch swiped out at me. Gnarled twigs, hand shaped, tore at my jeans. I had to destroy the bot that had overfed the greenery and turned the plant life into giant carnivores. Sunlight speckled the trees ahead. I was almost there. #WriteCBC

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3 years ago

@cbcreative @lucysmallbark The mourners gathered in silence. She stared across the open grave at the man opposite. Her lips curled into a brief smile, he looked wretched. Their eyes met, he blinked with defiance. His gnarled hands shook. She gestured towards the coffin. It should have been you. #WriteCBC