Continued...

"No. The agent has been looking after the house and keeping it habitable. The inside is fine, but I guess it will be dusty and full of cobwebs. It's the barns that are the worst. They are chock a block with old bits of furniture and timber. All that rubbish will have to be cleared out before they can be used."

The dealer's ear pricked up at the news. He had passed by the house dozens of times but had never given it a second glance. The mention of bits of old furniture interested him immensely. Pushing his empty plate across the bar, he said. "That was lovely, as usual. You do a mean ham salad, Sara."

"Another pint?"

Peter hesitated. He really had nothing to hurry back to the shop for. He had been stripping a pine clock case all morning, and would be returning to that boring job after lunch. As the clock was for stock and there wasn't a customer actually waiting for it, he almost weakened and accepted the offer, but the mention of old furniture at the vicarage had set his mind racing.

"No thanks I must be getting back." He smiled at the barmaid and blew her a kiss as he left. She was an attractive girl and a credit to the place.

There was some more but I'm sure what Rex has written is enough to give us a look into what he would like the novel to be about.

It is also what I believe other writers want to see. This web site is an excellent outlet for stories of any genre just like Rex's above. He may never finish the story. Then again he may use some - or all - of the above as a bisis for a future novel. That is what writing is all about. It is your individual work. What is in your mind and your mind only. That is what is exciting. Your story, or part of it, could be read by hundreds - maybe thousands - of writers all looking to improve their craft.

Send in your work. what have you to lose. Nothing. But constructive critisism sent in bt fellow writers is worth all those rejection slips.