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Mordaca
Joined: 24 Apr 2009 Posts: 64
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 4:29 am Post subject: Another idea |
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Just think about it.
WWII, somewhere in the Scotland coast. A female Nazi spy invades a house/castle/manor by the sea. There is no one there but a mother and her daughter. The spy keeps the daughter as her captive and forces the mother to lie to anyone who appears at the place about her presence. Somehow tables are turned and now the spy is the captive at the place.
BUT... the British secret service at the time (MI-5, right?) NEEDS that the spy escapes and sends the fake data that was provided for the spy to 'steal' from the military files (or something like that...) to Berlin, so the spy MUST be allowed somehow to free herself and, again, overpower mother and daughter... |
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kppresents
Joined: 24 Apr 2009 Posts: 73
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2009 3:03 pm Post subject: |
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Try this for an opening paragraph.
The North Ayrshire coast can be a cold and forebidding place at the best of times, but on this particular winter day the sun was looking as pale as Jenny could ever remember it being. Drawing her shawl around her, she walked alogn the beach, dodging through the barbed wire rolls that had been placed there as a last ditch coastal defence, and looked over the water to where Arran was dimly visible through the morning mist. The sound of planes over head hardly drew a glance from her - ever since the war had started, they had been a constant part of her day, and she had better things to think of. Such as getting home with the meat ration for her and her mother.
She finally climbed up the pathway from the beach to the cottage she shared with her mother and opened the door. Since their father and Jenny's older brother had been called up, they had looked after themselves here and kept their own solace, with the occasional trip into town for company.
"Mum, are you there," she called in her light Scots accent, but theer was no reply. Thinking nothign of the silence, she walked inot the kitchen and started to fill the kettle with water.
"Jenny?"
The young girl turned round, looked at her mother and stood still as the brass kettle dropped to the floor, the water spilling onto the flagstones. |
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