ross8

They've never sent me £750. </BLOCKQUOTE>
Have they got your address

Panpardus

They've never sent me £750. </BLOCKQUOTE>
Have they got your address </BLOCKQUOTE>

Na they sent around someone with an axe for PM7

oldhammad

letetrbox as I awoke, finally landing with a thump on the doormat. On it was 3 stamps with a picture of a bull and a man taunting it. I have forgotten what these men are called. Probably the hangover I had after my all night partying with Janine - my girlfriend - yesterday to celebrate her birthday. I got a knife out of the kitchen drawer - the letter was sealed too well to open it with bare hands. As I was going I noticed how official it looked with the name S.A.D Salmanaca printed in a bold red across the top. That was a small Spanish club. Maybe they were offering me a job interview! My heart leapt at the thought.
As i slit the top of the letter, a searing pain ripped through my fingernail. Looking downwards, I saw with horror that in my drunkeness I had sawn my fingernail off! I howled with pain as I rushed about to find a bandage. It was at that moment that the common hangover headache struck, making pain flare next to my brain.
After I had recovered from this bout of pain, had a shower and a pint of water, I returned to opening the letter. I supposed it was better this time as I could only see one letter.
After I had dispatched with the envelope, I skimmed through its content, picking up phrases such as fresh meat, believe you to have good qualities and come for a meeting. Reading this with excitement, I saw a note at the bottom saying: Your meeting with the club chairman is at 9:30 pm local time at the club's stadium. Enclosed is a one way ticket to Madrid.

Peacemaker7

You would think the club would be able to spell their own name right.

chesterfan2

Calm down PM, give the lad a chance.

Oldhammad a word of advice. The thing that winds PM7 up more than anything is the use of i rather than I for the person that is yourself. I'd recommend you take a look at the 'Story Ideas and Discussion Thread' for ideas stylewise. Generally put a line between your paragraphs, makes it look better, and try typing it out in Word or Wordpad beforehand, spellcheck it, then paste it into the window.

Follow these simple steps and lay back and bask in the glory that your story telling talents will surely bring you.

The_Spam_Man

this is a stories fourm so its a story there for it could be fact or fiction

Peacemaker7

Really? Wow that's amazing I never knew that, thanks for letting me know. Perhaps I should think about writing some stories..... nah it would never work.

A story, even fiction, has to have some frame of reference, some grounding in reality. The FA of any country do not randomly send people money thats just ludicrous. If you want that to be so in your story, you have to take the time and effort to actually make it believable.

Learning to spell is also a good idea. Spell checkers are there for a reason.

irishregan

Very good advice chesterfan. Give the lad a chance to make it readable, and if he can't be bothered, then it's open season.

jasas6369

I think all the advice you guys are giving him is great and will make thisstory more enjoyable to read. Keep going!!

oldhammad

My body jolted violently as the plane’s wheels touched land again after about 2 ½ hours of being airborne.

“Thank you for your courtesy on this 2 ½ hour flight to Madrid Airport from London Heathrow; it is 6:00 p.m. local time,” said the deep, somewhat comforting voice of the pilot from his wide cabin. I took off my seatbelt, and, hearing the reassuring hiss of the doors being opened, snatched my bag of the cabin above and stormed down the aisle by shouting “Out of the way, I’m going to throw up!” to clear people out of my path. I raced down the stairs that metallically reflected the setting sun.

Once in the airport, I grabbed my suitcase off the rubber conveyer belt and moved off to collect my hire car.
Whilst on the way to my luxurious 1 bedroom, 1 toilet and with no balcony apartment in my gleaming Mazda – I didn’t get a choice in what car they gave me – I saw the round stadium that was the city’s pride – the Santiago Bernabeu. It seemed to be giving off a warm glow.
Finally at 7:00 p.m., I reached my set of apartments. Going in to reception, I took in my surroundings; A small swimming pool, a table tennis table and a very dusty set of football and basketball pitches.