Wednesday Write-in #1

Welcome to our first Wednesday Write-in!

This is the new feature on the blog which we’ll be running every week from now on to allow all of us writers to practice our skills, and get chatting to each other about our work.


mixtape   ::   the taste of salt   ::   a stiff drink   ::   crackle   ::   spring


There are no hard and fast rules, but here are some brief guidelines:

  • You can use the prompts as inspiration or try to work them into your story somehow. Use as many as you want.
  • When your story is done, post it online (your blog/twitter/in a comment here), tag with #wednesdaywritein and comment with a link so we can read it. You can write as many stories as you like.
  • Please take the time to read and comment on as many other stories as you can.

Featured Story

We’ll feature our favourite story on the blog with a review of it and links to the author’s blog/twitter/facebook if relevant.

Posts will generally go up at 9am(ish) on Wednesday – stories are due by 9am Thursday (UK) to be considered for the featured story. You can keep posting your work after this, it just won’t be featured.


We’ll keep track of who takes part in the write-ins, and you earn points for different things.

  • Take part in a write-in = 1 point.
  • Comment on other people’s stories = 1 point.
  • Share/reblog this post = 1 point.

When you reach ten points the editing team will give detailed feedback on a story of your choice. This only counts for separate sessions—so if you write five stories for one write-in, that counts as one, and if you share on both facebook and twitter, that’s one. We might give an extra point if you comment on everyone’s stories, but we’ll have to wait and see.

And don’t forget we’re trying to get to 100 likes on our facebook page by the end of today. Please share the page with your friends – if we reach 100 by tonight we’ll pick a random person from that 100 to win a book!

Any questions? Otherwise, have fun writing!


59 thoughts on “Wednesday Write-in #1

  1. Pingback: Story :: Salt « a slice of imagination

  2. Here’s one from me – 50 words not including the title. Any feedback would be much appreciated!

    The Battle

    The King stares out despondently over the battlements at the approaching blue army: tide upon tide of moon-warriors in silver armour, their white horses crashing upon the walls. As the castle crumbles, the King begins to cry. Daddy picks him up and wipes the sand from his feet.

  3. Losing my Religion

    Little Eva squealed with delight seeing her daddy slot his mix tape into the cassette deck. Particles of dust shifted as the lid was shut and buttons were pushed. A crackle whispered from the single speaker, before Michael Stipe’s haunting vocals accompanied the acoustic intro.

    The amused father watched on, as his princess danced her dance to their favorite song. The minutes melted past like mere seconds, then the girl was at the man’s side as expected.

    “Again daddy, please?”

    [79 words, not including the title]

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  5. For Wednesday write -in. Thank you:

    Water Under the Bridge

    When the spring came and the river unmuddied itself I could see the bicycle beneath the surface. I pictured the day when the owner must have proudly wheeled it home the first time. A gift , perhaps, of movement, balance, direction. What must have flowed since to bring it to its fathomed end?

  6. Consumption

    He ran his finger over his cracked lips, the dry skin on skin scrape putting his teeth on edge.

    He sat on the edge of an old patrol station roof, his legs dangling, looking out across the ruin of what used to be his town. His black-red eyes blank.

    He fingered a match in his lap. He took a long, pained swallow, looked up at the grey sky. He struck the match on the shingle roof at his side and twisted around to drop it into the little puddle of gasoline behind him.

    It ignited with a heavy puff, black smoke curled upwards for a moment.

    He turned back around and listened to the crackle of the flames as a long line of gasoline caught fire. Rushing across the roof top and down the stairs into the shop front, across the forecourt, towards the leaking pumps.

    He licked his lips, stared out at the horizon, and to his surprise saw the black shape of a bird far off. His mouth opened as he watched it winding its way high into the sky, before it was consumed.

    186 words!

  7. Memories End

    While the taste of salt pools in my throat and my vision floats away, Death presses play on the mixed tape of memories which I watch in empty silence as they flood through my mind.

    35 words 🙂

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  10. Now I can’t wait for Wednesday. I just stumbled across your blog. Glad I did. I haven’t even read the stories submitted yet. This should be some fun reading. Thanks!

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