Check out Jane’s original post here:
A story but not about being drowned, eh Jane?
OK. I’m up for it, so here goes:
It was cold and they were all soaked to the skin.
Charlie and Ben brought Eric to the shore whilst Karen wept and whined into the wind.
‘Don’t be so melodramatic!’ Charlie hissed.
‘Shut up!’ Ben mouthed.
Karen continued throwing her arms about, sobbing out her tormented grief.
In one unguarded moment, she smashed her elbow against the hull of the ship causing it to completely collapse.
‘CUT!!!’ yelled the director.
Eric looked up, and rolled his eyes.
‘Oh god, not another failed take! Can’t someone else be the drowned victim? I’m going to catch my death!’