Below is a piece of work I did two years ago, it was the first piece I did in the first module of my screen writing class. It was a piece of writing in any form based on walking round a route in Preston that the teacher designated.
As I stepped off the train I was met by an eerie silence, I had just got off the last train into the city centre and I was the only person to disembark, which I found positively strange in itself as this was usually a busy station, in the middle of the city. But not tonight. The station was deserted apart from the train driver and the conductor, but it was a cold night so I guess the few staff remaining this time of night where in an office somewhere, out of sight, cups of tea in hand. Continue reading