Rock Metal Vibration

WotH Writers Writing

by Paul Davey As the band swept into the middle eight the pounding riff shook the air around the audience. Like a single frenzied organism it pulsed with every rock heartbeat. Having whipped up the crowd Jeff held his pose at the mic stand and caught his breath.  His larynx still shrieked, in a silent echo of his high pitched …

You’ve Got Mail

WotH Writers Writing

by Jenna Wimshurst Are you sad, lonely and desperate? Sucks to be you! But that’s beside the point… I’m writing to tell you that you need to go online dating! You know that film You’ve got mail? Well, online dating is a lot like that, but also it’s nothing like that, so I’m going to give you a bit of …

Just Desserts

WotH Writers Writing

by Robert Sanders Oh Victoria, let me beclair. Donut be croissant, you are the creme de la creme.I roux the day I met you and  I am not worthy to kiss your choux. I am so fond, ant I would walk a mille feux you. I know I am a pain, aux raisin to despair. I am not so vanilla, …

Changing Tac

WotH Writers Writing

by Sally-Claire Fadelle Blu Tac solves problems over and above what it professes to do on the pack!  Why I had always thought it merely held my Roger Dean posters firmly in place without leaving a trace on either wall or poster. My husband, however, managed to fit our entire kitchen using Blu Tac oh and the curtain rail in …

Building a New World

WotH Writers Writing

by Tom Harper From the ashes of nuclear fire, our civilisation was born, the greatest and only hope for humanity.  We are the sky, we are the Earth, we are Tiandi, the Celestial Empire. Surrounded by the hostile wastes and the threats from the galaxy, the Son of Heaven, the Celestial Emperor, guides the human race to its destiny to …

Some Six Word Stories

Paul Davey Writing

These were written as an exercise based on the Six Word Story that is commonly attributed to Ernest Hemmingway – “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.“ Missing Girl‘s Body Found, Stepfather Arrested He left; she cried, but survived. I gave my life for England. “It’s not fair!”, said the widow. “My knee hurts.”, sobbed the child. “Beat Hemingway? Six words?” …