Wednesday Write-in #76

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Welcome to the Wednesday Write-in!

Welcome to the Wednesday Write-in. This event runs every week to help any and all writers take control of their productivity and imaginations. Please join in; we’d love to read your work.

If you’re in Manchester, you should get yourself along to Bad Language tonight at the Castle Hotel. Lots of interesting talent reading a huge range of different writing.

Prompts

suspicious behaviour  ::  auburn  ::  dawn  ::  grin  ::  shock

Guidelines

There are no rules, but here are some guidelines:

  • 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 if you like, and comment with a link so we can read it.
  • Please take the time to read and comment on as many other stories as you have time for (but we won’t shout at you if you don’t).
  • If you want to write a poem, a script, or something completely different, feel free.

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Any questions? Otherwise, have fun writing!

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24 thoughts on “Wednesday Write-in #76

  1. Off His Rocker
    He has a shock of hair sticking out from under his bobble hat, and in the dawn light it glows a rich auburn. Then as the sun retreats behind darkening clouds it changes to a deeper colour. His clothes are a bit strange too. The bright green trousers and red and yellow sweater are a combination usually brought out to bedeck small children at Christmastime. But it is the fixed grin that gets me as he sits there rocking backwards and forwards with his rod. I mean, who spends their whole time fishing in a small pond when they know they’ll catch nothing? You’d give up, wouldn’t you?
    I am a bit suspicious; behaviour like that seems to point to mental problems. I know he’s only a gnome, but I think maybe he needs help. I’m watching him now through my special window, rocking, rocking, rocking…
    If he’d just stop smiling.

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  3. I often recall, time spent,
    in bramley dripped squares.
    with blue air and auburn waters.
    stone columns guarding mother earth,
    with the certainty of old money.

    below high oaken capillaries,
    we shared a kiss; or a beer.
    grinning until dawn.

    behaviour was instinct,
    and strength could be
    gathered from our perfect forms,
    without shock of regret.

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  5. I went to the Bad Language event at the Castle Hotel last night. Packed out standing room only and some great readings – I even bought a book. The venue has a full programme of events so their webpage is worth a visit.

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