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From Michelle’s #WIP… (This is an extract from an early chapter. It’s 2041. The main character, Essie, is about to go on the run after mistakenly revealing her plot to build climate-saving technology without the knowledge of the authoritarian government who rule Essie’s England. She goes to see her friend and boss, Brian, before leavingContinue reading “Welcome, Michelle Cook!”

From Mary’s #WIP, Cardinal Oaks – Flying Changes… “I’ll be cheering you on,” Rose said, her left arm in a bright blue sling. As she’d guessed no breaks, but she’d sprained it quite badly and would probably be unable to seriously ride for several weeks while it healed. Certainly no jumping, though Caterina had jokedContinue reading “Welcome, Mary Kit Caelsto!”

“There was dew on the grass this morning, when I came down to make a cup of tea – September’s in the air.” That quote, taken from The (D)Evolution of Us, had not been true for me until yesterday evening, and we’re nearly at the end of the month. I started writing this sitting upContinue reading “September’s in the Air”

From Sarah’s #WIP, They Had Eyes of Silver… I am lost in this sea of faceless bodies. Propped against the toilet stall’s metal door, Reina reread the words she typed on her phone. Her long, dark brown hair fell forward in waves, hiding the confined restroom stall from view. Although the chilly metal greedily leachedContinue reading “Welcome, Sarah Davis!”

From Mary’s #WIP, Rosewood… Once she was done for the day, Miranda headed down Big Island Road and looked for the right mailbox. An old, on its last legs, mailbox stood at the end of a driveway that she would need to drive down, the house not visible from the road. She hoped the MaynardsContinue reading “Welcome, Mary Kendall!”

From Joe’s #WIP, The Reservation… A cold gust blew through the midnight air, nearly blinding Carole as she trudged through the field. She could hear them approaching fast; their footsteps growing louder by the second. Her knees, weak and aching, buckled with each step she took, all the while the tall grass scraped along herContinue reading “Welcome, Joe Goodglass!”

Atop the Royal Liver Building in Liverpool, sit two Liver Birds. Bertie faces inland, watching over the city. Bella faces out to sea, watching over the seamen. The birds are surely aware of each other’s presence, sitting as they do at opposite ends of the building, pointing away from each other. They surely feel theContinue reading “Origins of Stories”

From Penny’s #WIP: Somewhere in the distance, a church bell rang the hour, one o’clock. Freddie, roused from his slumber, turned on his side and pulled the duvet over his head. Trying to relax back into sleep that wouldn’t come, his ears picked up the chimes of the grandfather clock along the corridor outside hisContinue reading “Welcome, Penny Hampson!”

From Jenny’s novel, Spring Blossoms at Mill Grange. ‘Do you honestly think I’ll need eighteen pairs of knickers? It’s the Cotswolds, not the Kalahari.’ Thea scooped the entire contents of her underwear drawer onto the bed as Shaun flung open a suitcase. ‘No, I think you’ll need thirty pairs or more, but as you onlyContinue reading “Welcome, Jenny Kane!”

From Lee’s WIP: Looking at the Stars (the first 500 words of a short story) The stars are my chandelier as I stare from the skip I call home. Gamma Leonis hogs the sky until something flashes across it and toward me. Earthly and hurtling. Glinting as it plunges. Instantly hypnotic. There’s a boomerangy whoosh-whoosh.Continue reading “Welcome, Lee Dickinson!”