Stream of consciousness stories written at the Cliffside Village Writer’s Group.
At the end of 2022, I published my first book (more on this in a moment), and a little while later news of it was shared through a bunch of community pages. First, if you haven’t noticed, we have an amazing community going on here in the Bluffs. Second,...
The past twelve or so months have been… uncertain to say the least. The shop has bounced between being open and closed a few times and is now back to being closed for at least four weeks. Amid all the uncertainty, both the prompt writing group and the accountability...
It’s not nearly as dangerous as it sounds! For the past few months this writers discussion group has been meeting at the shop every other Wednesday. The group has a very relaxed approach. There are no set topics and each meeting is allowed to go where it will. Sometimes...
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,...
This autumn I ran my first ever writer’s accountability group. The idea was to create a group that would help motivate people working on larger writing projects. We would meet every other week over the course of thirteen weeks, and each meeting functioned as a deadline. While I knew...
I’ve been running the Cliffside Village Writer’s Group for four years now and I’m happy to say it’s still going strong. We meet once a week for six weeks and work on two – three prompts each evening. It’s lots of fun and a great creative outlet. But recently...
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...