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Uncertainty in the Writer's Circle

Submitted to Contest #46

“Everyone here doesn’t even want you in our writer’s circle!” Jeanine shouted across the room.“Well at least I’m a talented writer! You guys can’t even write a paragraph without me having to check it!” Amelia retorted, glaring at Jeanine.Jeanine gawked at Amelia in shock of her obstructive comment, harsh wrinkles forming between her brows. “You are not welcome in our writer’s circle anymore,” Jeanine spat out.“Hey! You can’t decide that! You’re not the leader of the group, woman! I’m the only one here that actually gives valid criticism...

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Scribes and Scribblers

Submitted to Contest #46

Leonie Prior was well aware that she didn’t quite fit into the Sunnythorpe Scribes and Scribblers. Oh, she was tolerated. She was humoured, and everyone agreed that she definitely brought the best biscuits, well, apart from Alison Montgomery’s home-made ones, of course. Even if they did wish Alison would occasionally vary the recipe.       There were no set rules and regulations about what the Scribes and Scribblers were supposed to write and present to their fellow-members as they met i...

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The Plot.

Submitted to Contest #46

“Well done everyone! Your first assignment was on the whole very good, read my feedback particularly on developing characters, and don’t forget to complete the reading set for next class. Before you leave can I please see the following students? If you could just stay behind, I won’t keep you long.” Jacqui looked through her diary at the names she had carefully written down, “Daniel, Catherine Litterman, Emana, Precious and Jake. Thank you class dismissed”. The hundred or so students started collecting their belongings and filling out of the...

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The Energy I'm Bringing Today

Submitted to Contest #46

Ellie May jumped out of her mom’s car and into the driveway of her friend, Susan’s, house. “Bye Mom!” She shouted, before slamming the sliding van door shut and racing to the front door. Writer’s circle was her favorite part of the day, and she couldn’t wait for it to start. Susan was waiting for her by the door, and swung it open, leaning out of it while keeping her feet inside. “Hey Ellie May! Come on in! We’re about to start!” “Thanks for waiting!” Ellie May puffed, slipping off her shoes and placing them neatly in the little shoe alco...

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An Adventure in a Writer's Circle.

Submitted to Contest #46

An Adventure in a Writer’s Circle The 10 writers sat in a circle like the famed knights of Camelot reportedly did.  Only they did not wave sharp swords about and were not weighed down with heavy armour. The weapons of choice for this writers circle were pens and pencils (the latter for those expecting errors), which they would wield with words on pads of paper. They were a mixed group, male and female, young and old, published authors and those hoping to have their first publication so that they could refer to themselves as ‘publ...

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The Circle

Submitted to Contest #46

Tom cleared the dust from his throat and began reading from his first draft. “Lynn and I ascended the steep bluff, chatting about our hopes and dreams for the new house we just purchased. It was quickly becoming dark but we were determined to walk the five miles around Devil’s Lake by flashlight if necessary. We had things that needed to be said. Things that needed to be heard. This hike could be the beginning of the end of what he considered a decent life. Lynn heard a rustling in the bush beside us and grabbed my wrist. Her cold hands d...

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The Tea-Rose Garden

Submitted to Contest #46

Things grow in gardens, whether we would have them there or not. In an abandoned garden, there are weeds. In a tended garden, every plant is intentionally placed. In the garden of a Mrs. Fidelia Malmsey, only the most delicate, sweet-smelling roses bloomed. In that garden, a little stone path ran down the slope and wound in between rose bushes until it reached a rather large stone circle. That stone circle was home to Mrs. Malmsey’s prized, rose-set, wrought iron patio chairs and table. There every Tuesday morning she would parade in wi...

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Reply All

Submitted to Contest #46

Kate breaks from reading the messages on her PC from her woman’s shelter fundraiser page to read one from her editor on her mobile. She wants last minute changes made to Kate’s article on soothing face masks that can be made from items commonly found in kitchen cupboards. Next to a cooling cap of decaf coffee declaring her a 2018 Chester Triathlon Club runner up sits a pile of literature her obstetrician has dutifully posted, seemingly unaware of the omnipresence of the internet. Kate has read through half of it already though, tenderly patt...

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DOWN DIRTY DOGGIE!

Submitted to Contest #46

Write a story that takes place in a writers circle  Just one more day of this nonsense,  this nonsense being a writing circle I have joined that is based on weekly prompts.   It is true that I joined with hopes of inspiration, to jumpstart my mind with quirky, unrelated ideas or prompts, to get the creative juices flowing but now I find I have little time to write what I want to write.  Instead I am pumping out stuff that has no reason for being,  this last prompt is the end!  I am ready to be done with th...

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Sean’s Triple-R Clubs

Submitted to Contest #46

    They’re (Sean and his friends) going to sit around a table, talk, drink coffee, and eat pastries (with jelly inside), and ignore me, but if they’re going to ignore me, then why am I coming?   My name is Bushington and here’s today’s adventure: *     Sean is starting three clubs:   A Reading Club, a Writing Club, and an Arithmetic Club.   So, Let’s start with the reading club: *      The kids in the book club sit around a ...

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Writers' Group Therapy

Shortlisted for Contest #46 ⭐️

Writers’ Group Therapy. I wrote about the day my mother vanished because Mr Timms who ran the group said to write about something true. My mother was a woman of habit. When I walked in the door after school, she was always at the kitchen table. She was always just finishing up making a plate of cheese and gherkin sandwiches for me. She would look up as I walked in and say, without a smile, “I wasn’t expecting you yet. You can pour your own cordial”. Of course, she was expecting me. Our routine never varied. Until the day it did, the day it...

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Desperation

Submitted to Contest #46

I wanted to slap his smug face, watch his squinty eyes open wide in shock. Instead, I hid my balled fists in my lap and tried to smile. Tony gave me the side eye and shook his head slightly when our eyes met.It all started when our writer's circle decided to begin submitting our stories to a writer's competition. Some of us weren't quite ready, but Gerald, Tony, Melissa and I all felt we were. Ann agreed to type up our submissions for us as some of us had "technical difficulties". I could type, but I had to give up my internet service after ...

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The Salem Athenaeum

Submitted to Contest #46

Jon- I stumbled into the Salem Athenaeum with my briefcase, coat, and backpack in hand. I set them down on the creaky wooden floor and looked at the beauty the building held inside. The rustic wallpaper of blue and gold images of farmland and workers painted the tall hallways. A sign at the front desk read, ‘Writing Group: Second Floor,” I sighed and picked up my luggage, making my way towards the stairs. I had lived in Essex County in Massachusetts since I was little and had no plan to leave. Visiting the Athenaeum had become a regular ...

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The Hut

Submitted to Contest #46

All I wanted was readers. I’m a writer, whatever that word means, but I have no credited readers. I have no way of knowing whether I have any writing skills or if I’m just a man who likes to be cuddled by the magic that the word "writer" brings. I started writing when I was very young, and I spent a good deal of my teenage years preferring the company of books to that of human beings. When I stepped into the university, I had already written a book and was on my way to conclude my second novel. Writing and being published was my number o...

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Look what Happened at the Writers Circle

Submitted to Contest #46

On my first visit to the writer’s circle, the lady standing in for the chair was unsure how to make me feel welcome and get me to come again. She twiddled her hands, then her face cleared. “For homework, you could write about the writer’s circle.” It was a great homework topic, but in my case, it had unintended consequences. I thought deeply about this topic and wondered how to approach it. After all, I did not know any of the people in the circle. Nor did I know how they ran their meetings since the chair was away when I attended. Then...

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