A beautiful piece written a few weeks back. By Diane Elizabeth Hill Just leave them be— all those leaves on the ground, the lizards the clouds and the elephants, the beetles and the water, the earth and the gnats. They all know exactly what they’re doing, hard as it...
I love books so much that I want to be part of every aspect of the process. I read them, I write them, and now I edit them too! This may come as a big surprise but running a second hand bookstore is not the most lucrative way to...
It seemed like everyone had a bit of trouble getting into first person perspective with this prompt. Here’s what I came up with By Genevieve Clovis I woke up to the sound of rain and the echo of voices moving down the hallway. I groaned half-heartedly and prayed I’d...
Another writer has agreed to let me share one of her stories. Let us know what you think in the comments. By Joanne Taylor The heel of her shoe broke so as she spun onstage she was forced to remain on tippy-toes lest the crowd would see it. Of...
Two members of the Cliffside Village Writer’s Group have blogs where they share some or all of the stories they write in the group. They have each been a members for over a year now, so they have lots of stories up for perusal! I think it’s so wonderful...
One of our newest writer’s group members has volunteered to share a piece from Thursday’s session. It’s been a while since I’ve posted more than one story, by more than one writer. So here you are, I hope you enjoy both her piece and my own. By Diane Elizabeth...
As always, I am thrilled to have note cards featuring Clare Kirby’s fibre art. She has recently expanded her note card collection to include six of her more recent fabrications. To see more of Clare’s beautiful work check out her website or follow her on facebook.
I’m going to share both of the stories I wrote last night, because they actually continued perfectly one from the other. By Genevieve Clovis They sat quietly avoiding eye contact, all hoping someone else would answer. Three quiet seconds passed and Kennedy’s face grew stern. Seven seconds and a...
I can’t wait to be old and do this. By Genevieve Clovis A few wisps of white still clung to his mostly barren scalp. His hands adorned with liver spots tremored slightly. His back hunched and his thin frame looked like it would crumple if even so much as...
I haven’t been very good at sharing stories with you all this year, even though I’m running two writer’s groups a week instead of just one. Partly this is because I keep forgetting. But also I have been writing more pieces that I either want to work on further...