The Bloated One
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Hi Everyone, hope you are all staying safe and well. I am writing an action sequence and wondering when, or if I should use a sort of narrators view sentence. I've put it in bold below. Does this work, or should I drop it?
Bit of background - Leonardo Da Vinci, Nostradamus and Dr John Dee have been dropped onto the High Street of a typical English village in 2015, along with my protaganist, a 16 year old teenager called Tarquin Jenkins.
It was a bright sunny day in Steeple Snoring. Miss Hoploosley was once again, holding court in the post office when suddenly there was a loud commotion on the High Street. Car horns sounded, and there was a lot of yelling and screaming. The bay windows of the post office were quickly filled with pensioners looking out toward the commotion on the High Street. Four people dressed in the most peculiar clothing were rolling around the centre of the road as several cars swerved to avoid them. Mrs Hoploosley was at the forefront of the tide of grey, and was heard to exclaim,
“Isn’t that the Jenkins boy? Up to no good I’d bet!”
Shoppers swiftly helped three bearded men from the road, and sat them down outside the Post Office on one of the many benches provided by the council. A fourth person without a beard, disappear down the High Street toward the Enchanted Teapot Tea Rooms.
Sergeant Sloth and his colleague arrived in their squad car with lights flashing and the siren wailing. Sloth got out of the car and walked purposefully over to the strangely dressed group huddled on the bench with a group of shoppers, and straight into a powerful right hook from an agitated Nostradamus. When Sloth was pole axed, The post office erupted. A wall of aggrieved grey poured, albeit slowly, from the building followed by Kenneth on his mobility scooter. At the sight of the pensioners the shoppers swiftly dispersed. Miss Hoploosley was the first to arrive, launching herself at Nostradamus, pummelling him with her handbag and golden jubilee umbrella. Mr and Mrs Harbinkle were next, pulling Leonardo to the ground and sitting on him, while Kenneth with his wife’s help, continuously rammed his scooter into the legs of a bewildered Dr Dee.
If you’d been a visitor that day in the quintessentially English village of Steeple Snoring, you’d be excused for thinking you’d walked onto a film set, or the making of a stupefyingly banal French perfume commercial.
With the arrival of two more police cars, normality returned to the village. Mrs Hoploosley, the Harbinkles, Kenneth and the three visitors were subdued, cuffed and put in the back of the police cars.
Bit of background - Leonardo Da Vinci, Nostradamus and Dr John Dee have been dropped onto the High Street of a typical English village in 2015, along with my protaganist, a 16 year old teenager called Tarquin Jenkins.
It was a bright sunny day in Steeple Snoring. Miss Hoploosley was once again, holding court in the post office when suddenly there was a loud commotion on the High Street. Car horns sounded, and there was a lot of yelling and screaming. The bay windows of the post office were quickly filled with pensioners looking out toward the commotion on the High Street. Four people dressed in the most peculiar clothing were rolling around the centre of the road as several cars swerved to avoid them. Mrs Hoploosley was at the forefront of the tide of grey, and was heard to exclaim,
“Isn’t that the Jenkins boy? Up to no good I’d bet!”
Shoppers swiftly helped three bearded men from the road, and sat them down outside the Post Office on one of the many benches provided by the council. A fourth person without a beard, disappear down the High Street toward the Enchanted Teapot Tea Rooms.
Sergeant Sloth and his colleague arrived in their squad car with lights flashing and the siren wailing. Sloth got out of the car and walked purposefully over to the strangely dressed group huddled on the bench with a group of shoppers, and straight into a powerful right hook from an agitated Nostradamus. When Sloth was pole axed, The post office erupted. A wall of aggrieved grey poured, albeit slowly, from the building followed by Kenneth on his mobility scooter. At the sight of the pensioners the shoppers swiftly dispersed. Miss Hoploosley was the first to arrive, launching herself at Nostradamus, pummelling him with her handbag and golden jubilee umbrella. Mr and Mrs Harbinkle were next, pulling Leonardo to the ground and sitting on him, while Kenneth with his wife’s help, continuously rammed his scooter into the legs of a bewildered Dr Dee.
If you’d been a visitor that day in the quintessentially English village of Steeple Snoring, you’d be excused for thinking you’d walked onto a film set, or the making of a stupefyingly banal French perfume commercial.
With the arrival of two more police cars, normality returned to the village. Mrs Hoploosley, the Harbinkles, Kenneth and the three visitors were subdued, cuffed and put in the back of the police cars.