When writer’s group falls on a holiday, sometimes it’s hard not to use that in your story. The prompt last night practically begged to be used as a Valentine’s story. Enjoy. By Genevieve Clovis Sandra crossed her legs. As she smoothed the not quite knee-length dress over her thighs,...
To make up for the fact that I haven’t posted anything in a long time, I am sharing this delightful story from writer’s group. It’s a Buffy/Writer’s Group mash up, and it is fabulous! By Cindy Elkerton There they were again, like clock work. Every Thursday evening you could count on...
Posting other people’s stories makes me very happy. By Joanne Taylor “And how exactly did you meet your ex-wife?” It was a question to which the new wife cringed. The man’s voice until then had been clipped. Curt. It warmed up the more he spoke until it was like...
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...
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...
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...