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Writing event in Marlborough 15 Nov
White Horse Bookshop are having an event with the historical novelist Simon Scarrow. Simon will be talking about his popular novels on Tuesday 15th November at The Castle and Ball Hotel from 7pm. Tickets are £5 (redeemable against a purchase of his new novel on the night) and available from the bookshop, phone 01672 512071…
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It started with a Scottish phrase
Really delighted to see three new scribblers last night: two novelists and a poet. Which made us three poets, two novelists and a scriptwriter (or a playwright? Are scriptwriters for TV/radio? Playwright for theatre?) John the poet rang me up 90 mins or so before the meeting. “I’m interested in your group” he said. After…
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2011 Meeting Dates
We have a new venue for 2011 and a new monthly night, penaltimate Tues of the month. See meeting dates page.
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Another Universe
Without a ‘by your leave:’ They entered. No longer a castle. Now a treasure trove to mine. And become not mine.
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Busy Bee
So much to do, so little time. There’s barely a moment to make this rhyme! Ideas whizz round, They’re fun in my brain. But put them in action They’re hard to tame.
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Halloween
Note: I have been in real life to the Avebury 31 Oct ceremony, and of course this is inspired by that and the people there. But that is as far as it goes. It is in no way representative of the real Archdruid or anyone else! We stamped our feet on the ground in an…
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The Vicar and the Burglar
This was written as part of the 30 Nov timed exercise. Basically I had 20 mins to write a story around the following random elements: vicar, burglar, praying, getting old!, children’s dance class. See ‘Writing exercises’ for more info. Rev James locked the front door and jangled his keys on the way to the car.…
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Murder Next Door
The detective inspector strutted around the scene of the crime, her head jerking backwards and forwards as she walked. The body lay stricken in front of its pen with little sign of injury, its head lolling, beak open and eyes staring. DS Flight tried not to think how long it would be before the maggots…
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The Angler
The Angler Albert skulked out of the house and headed for his favourite fishing spot; he was in no mood to meet anyone. When he arrived he forced his way angrily through a tangle of sedge and nettles towards the river. How could he have been so stupid? From his concealed pocket he took out…
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Homesick
Homesick Jawara sat by the strange river on a hard, wooden bench watching a mother duck leading her brood of ducklings as they swam line astern towards the grassy bank. Despite the bright spring sunshine a chill wind shivered the surface of the river into flecks of silver. He pulled his loose robe closer around…
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