A Sea of Troubles – by Andrew Bell

Ladies and Gentlemen, members of this awesome dissembly,

It is my privilege to shriek to you today through the medium of space, without rinsing my worms; to look back to our future; to explore how we may embrace a sea change in our shrinking, free from excessive red tape, pies in the sky or other porkies and assorted paper tigers; to discover, here and now, where we need to stand firm, but also, to find those moments when we need to move on to better timing. And above all, I urge you, with all my sinews, to hold up your palms, especially to this sea of bubbles (and its associated cant and froth), and by opposing, see it off. For, when all else fails, we need to stand above the crowd, cut through this jungle and tangle: all those lies embedded in convention, to reach an avon of peace and contention.

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This Week’s Prompt

A trio for you to try this week, inspired, I think, by our participation in the North Notts Literary Festival last weekend!

Feast – Festive – Festival

Why don’t you try a different genre this week? If your comfort zone is fiction write a poem instead, or if your a prolific poet, have a go at a short story, or piece of flash fiction. It’s always good to stretch your writing muscles, so go on, push yourself and let’s see what you come up with. Have fun!

Scratch by Michael Keeble

“It’s just a scratch” said my wife

Of course, when they say that in the movies, they have endured a barrage of bullets from any number of generally incompetent antagonists and at least one of them will have penetrated a useful limb.  Having been thus injured, hero would reach for his rolled up newspaper and put them off their already poor aim by using it as a blowpipe to blast the nearest gunman with peanuts from a handy nearby bowl.  Having dispatched all his enemies with deadly peanuts and newsprint jabs, he uses his newspaper to bind up the flesh wound that has rendered his left arm useless, and coolly makes his way out of the building and into the crowded streets. 

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child – Flash fiction by Kaye Locke

It felt incongruous sitting there on the bandstand steps in the sunny park, half a dozen of their friends messing about around them, oblivious.   Drew was holding her hand the big faux gold chain on his wrist digging into her arm, replicating the pain.  He was sucking on a roll-up and the smoke blew towards her making her cough.

‘For god’s sake Mel, stop makin’ a fuss. I ain’t gonna stop spliffin’ just fer you, so yer can give that up right now.’

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Ship by Kevin Murphy

Acrotiri, Cyprus, August 1976.

Captain Manders had tucked up five year old Janine after his wife had read her story.

Jackie now stood biting her thumb watching her husband carrying out his nightly routine of fine-tuning his tiny moustache, before leaving her for the Officers’ Mess.

He felt her presence and gave her a glance. He finished the right side with a flourish and turned to her, seemingly for approval. Continue reading

This week’s prompt

We always try to choose a trigger/prompt that has several meanings or connotations and which will spark the imagination. This week’s is no exception, and I’m sure there are many stories to be found in the masses. Parties, sports spectators, the crush on the bus must all be breeding grounds for good pieces of creative writing, be it fictional or your own experience.  Give it a go, and share your poems and stories with us!

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This week’s prompt

Well, this week we’re asking you to come up with a piece of creative writing inspired by the word

SHIP

As always, you can use it any way you like – ship as in boats, ship-shape, friendship – I’m sure you can think of many more connotations. Try and use your imagination to think of an unusual slant on the subject – work to be fresh and original, and of course, enjoy!