A roar of ‘Ah, ha, ah!’ draws a gaggle of girls to stop and peer in the door and window of Jim Pooler’s cobbler’s hut, open to let in a summer breeze. ‘What you laughing at, Snob?’
He holds up his thumb, then sucks it.
‘Good … or bad, eh? Which is it?’
‘I’ve hit it wit’ ’ammer,’ he wheezes, then laughs.
‘Daft ’apporth, thought you were a professional,’ says one. ‘Don’t go dripping blood on those lovely brogues.’
Jim holds up his other hand, gloved by a very smart tan and white shoe. He inspects it and shakes his head.
‘Didn’t know if you were laughing or crying,’ says another girl.
Jim thinks for a second before saying, ‘bit of both I suppose.’ He smiles a sad smile then cheers, ‘I’ll be reet!’ Continue reading
There was some lovely work produced by our members inspired by the last trigger/prompt ‘Test’. If you’re stuck for a theme this week why not try using this week’s suggestion:
Use it any way you like, any meaning you can think of, and any style! Be creative and think outside the box. If you’re stuck, try some freewriting around the subject and see where it takes you – ten minutes writing anything that comes into your head – no punctuation, no worrying about spelling or grammer, just write and have fun, then you can use the ideas to create something great!
My name is Kingsley Kirkham, A brave knight trained to kill, I was stationed at the castle, In Worksop, on Castle Hill.
Then, the building became abandoned, Following a battle which caused my death, Succumbed to an enemy sword, With a fractured skull, no less. Continue reading
Maria and Rosie had been friends as far back as either of them could remember, all through school and their teenage years. They had always been there for each other and now was no different although their circumstances were. Maria now lived on the Upper West Side whereas Rosie lived on the Lower East Side. That in itself said it all. Continue reading
We are all getting very excited about the upcoming launch of our super dooper anthology which is taking place this Thursday (9th May, 2019) 18:00 at Retford Library.
To give you a taster of the contents, members will be reading some of their contributions to the publication, and there will be time for a chat, some celebratory drinks and of course, to buy a copy (or two!) of the book.
It’s our first joint publication, so a very special occasion for Retford Writers. Hope to see you there!
‘Mr William, Miller?’
‘Yes. And you are?’
‘My name is Edmund Varley.’
‘How can I help you?’
‘I wonder if I might speak to you about the package you sent to the Imperial War Museum.’ Continue reading
The Judge frowned at the prisoner as the chairman of the jury declared their verdict ‘well’, he said, ‘the Jury have unanimously found you guilty, you are a convict, And as a convict, you will be sentenced for your crime. Stealing sheep is infamous! That crime is frowned upon most seriously in the village in which you and your wife live Taking the livelihood from one of your neighbours must be considered evil, And therefore I sentence you to 6 years as a convict, and that you spend this time in Australia. Away from your family.’ Continue reading