Nigel Dougill

“Eat my hat” by Nigel Dougill

Submitted to Contest #194

I will eat my hat Robbie loved his. Apples, pears, bananas, strawberries, anything; he loved the lot. He always took a fruit salad to school and waited with anticipation for lunch time. You could keep crisps, chocolate and pies as far as he was concerned. But even he was blown away by what he inherited from his grandfather. In fact if he could make it work he would eat his trademark bobble hat. The one condition his grandfather set out was that the 16 year-old Robbie had to use the caravan purely to introduce people to the same wonders and...

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“I feel alive” by Nigel Dougill

I Feel alive It had got to be one of the most frightening experiences any individual can encounter. Been wired up and then carefully lifted into an ambulance. Only to hurtle through the streets with the blues and two’s flashing. Exciting it really was not, Terrifying and scary yes. A few short minutes later Betty was been wired up and had a constant stream of doctors and nurses for company. Betty really could not understand the fuss, she had fainted in the street that was all. Now she was been examined by a doctor who should still be in...

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“Home town” by Nigel Dougill

Submitted to Contest #85

Michael (1) City Living That is the thing about this city, it draws you in. There is inevitably always something going on. From loud music and arguments, inquisitive tourists, or locals going about their everyday lives. It sucks you in, and makes you feel at home. At whatever time of day or night there is always something to make you stop and think. The sense of community is incredible, all around are people that have known you their entire lives. There are no secrets, the locals probably know you better than you know yourself. That can prov...

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“I love my Dad” by Nigel Dougill

Submitted to Contest #84

Anthony gave a heavy sigh. Even at the tender age of fifteen it felt as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders. All he craved was a normal young adult’s life, but he realised that this became less likely by the day. He sat there drumming his fingers on the table and twirling his already curly hair. He was looking for inspiration, but more than anything he was looking for the strength to get him through from one day to the next. He knew the warning signs; heaven only knows he had seen them enough times. His beloved father was about t...

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“Only you” by Nigel Dougill

Submitted to Contest #81

Competition week 3 Simon looked at Helen. His heart still skipped a beat, just like that first time he had seen her, sweaty and muddy with bruises and scratches in unbelievable places. She had just finished a charity fun run. Five k  of torture would be more accurate, but this girl had ignored the frost and ice and stuck at it. Simon knew in an instant that he wanted her. And when it came to girls, he always got what he wanted. His six foot three, curly blond hair, and a soft Irish accent did the trick every time. His twinkling blue eye...

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“Step in time” by Nigel Dougill

Submitted to Contest #80

Christmas is a magical time as we all know. Every year its events are set in history, and the magic is always there for us to rejoice in. However, what is forgotten is that one year, in houses all over the world, things were oh so different. That year, which was hundreds of years before you and I or even our grandparents were born, a new unbelievable event happened. Now if you promise to go to sleep, I will tell you the version that my father told me. It was Christmas Eve and, as you can imagine, Santa, all the reindeer and lots of elves p...

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“A better deal” by Nigel Dougill

Submitted to Contest #80

Competition entry week 2 As the snow continued into its second week 14 year-old Fran Thomas gave a heavy sigh. “ When will it all end?” she said, forgetting that no one else was home. She looked at the snowman that she had helped her brother Simon to build and had to admit it was quite impressive. Her school work was up to date even though she had been unable to get in for what seemed like forever. She missed her friends.  All of a sudden the days had a massive great gap in them. They all lived in bonnie Scotland so getting together ...

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“One of life's victims” by Nigel Dougill

Submitted to Contest #79

 The wind blew like a gale and the snowflakes which Sarah had always found so romantic and exciting seemed to grow bigger and more perishing by the second. The coldness they produced proved daunting and lonely almost frightening. Indeed as it fell all around you it almost seemed to draw you into a place you really did not want to be. As there Fathers coffin was lowered into the ground Sarah shed one solitary tear for the man who had run her life for so many years. At last she was free no more obligations just her chance to grab a r...

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