Creative Writers Club cwc

cwc:a-simple-prayer-for-the-year-ahead

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:36:48+00:00

Index to pages A simple prayer for the year ahead May the spirit that unites us all prevail over the evil that seeks constantly to divide us. ---------- Authored by: writeradmin; Last updated: 2021-01-01T02:43:51(UTC)

cwc:a-very-small-fortune

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:36:52+00:00

Index to pages A Very Small Fortune Jenny Lemm (07 May 2018) My earliest memory is from 1911, in a place I was later told was called London. Being so young and naive I found my surroundings quite terrifying as I emerged from the stamp and was scooped without the least care or tenderness into a large bag made of course cloth, where I jostled for space with many others exactly like me. It was dark in the sack, but in the brief interval of illumination between stamp and bag I had observed my…

cwc:aaa-just-for-testing

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:36:35+00:00

Index to pages AAA Just for testing Heading 1 Heading 2 Heading 3 Heading 4 Heading 5 Heading 6 External link A caption {{:cwc:fncmbr-300x187.png?300x187}} Caption CMBR with URL Link Caption desk centred Long caption: Close up view of delicious fresh glazed doughnuts with colourful sprinkles for breakfast or teatime

cwc:adding-facilities-for-publishing

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:36:38+00:00

Index to pages Adding facilities for publishing A new article about formatting your work prior to publishing as an e-book (e.g. on Amazon) has been added to the site. In addition, we invite you to submit your own work for publication on this site . It should be short (not more than 2000 words) and free of copyright restrictions. You can upload it in MS Word or LibreOffice/OpenOffice formats.

cwc:an-elephant-in-the-room

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:36:45+00:00

Index to pages An elephant in the room A cloud obscured the moon. The soft gentle silvery light faded away. The shadows of the gravestones cutting their way through the silvery light melted, and the dog in the distance stopped barking. Everything was still. Even the gentle breeze that had wafted through the old yew tree slowed to a standstill.

cwc:and-the-moon-came-out

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:36:41+00:00

Index to pages And the Moon Came Out Just then the moon came out. The response was unanimous. “Whoever heard of a moon ‘coming out’ ”. “And why not” the moon said with anger in his voice, and a little trepidation. “Are you trying to oppress the moon or something?”

cwc:bali-creative-writers-group

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:36:55+00:00

Index to pages Bali Creative Writers Club Our club provides a free of charge writing opportunity in Ubud and Kerobokan We are people who enjoy writing just for the pleasure of it. Pearls of wisdom Our “Writing for the soul” gatherings are meant for

cwc:doughnut

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:36:58+00:00

Index to pages Doughnut There’s a doughnut in the baker’s window That’s been there twenty weeks There’s a doughnut in the baker’s window I know because it reeks I saw him put it there you know With filthy dirty hands. Now it’s crawling with the larvae

cwc:from-the-revised-book-of-proverbs

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:37:01+00:00

Index to pages From the (revised) book of proverbs. Long ago in a small village in West Dorset people were desperate. The only cart the village had for taking their crops into the nearby market town had broken down. Two of its wheels had split and it wasn’t going anywhere. The crops were piling up and in danger of spoiling and a year’s income was about to be lost.

cwc:happiness-is

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:37:04+00:00

Index to pages Happiness is: (by Unna Chokkalingam, 2018) When you wake up On a beautiful Saturday morning To blue skies and birdsong And sounds of water running into the fields When you wander around the house Barefoot and relaxed Watering the plants, smelling the flowers

cwc:hilarious-afternoon-in-kerobokan

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:37:08+00:00

Index to pages Hilarious afternoon in Kerobokan The monthly Kerobokan Creative writers group meetup in Kerobokan was laughing all the way. Some great stories were written. In due course, hopefully we can share some of them here. Really looking forward to the next meeting now.

cwc:important

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:37:11+00:00

Index to pages IMPORTANT Due to the current pandemic,we are suspending our face to face meetings for the time being, however, we are meeting together regularly on line and continuing our writing. You are welcome to join in. We meet every Monday between 6pm-8pm Bali time on Zoom. Please use the

cwc:index

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:37:14+00:00

Index to pages About Us * A simple prayer for the year ahead * Season’s Greetings * Adding facilities for publishing * Hilarious afternoon in Kerobokan * Waisak day writers group * Neka Museum * Kerobokan clan try something new * Retrospective – Writer’s workshop November 2017 * Locations * Publishing * Bali Creative Writers Club Poems * Doughnut * Happiness is: Short Stories * Smolt for First Minister * An elephant in the room …

cwc:joining-in

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:38:38+00:00

Index to pages Locations There is no fee and no membership. If you want, you can just turn up, but it is nice to know who to expect, so just fill in the contact form if you would like to come along. Locations: Ubud: Warung Pulau Kelapa Warung Pulau Kelapa, is just up the hill about 300m from Bintang Supermarket on the same side of the road. We meet in the room right at the back, beyond the Warung car park, at the long table. We meet on alternate Mondays between 4pm and 6pm. Check out…

cwc:kerobokan-clan-try-something-new

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:37:17+00:00

Index to pages Kerobokan clan try something new The normal pattern of our meetings is to draw random prompts, write for a few minutes inspired by the prompt, share our writings and then move on to the next random prompt. It leads to plenty of variety, but every piece is very short.

cwc:mean-and-skinflint-a-short-story

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:37:20+00:00

Index to pages “Mean and Skinflint” A short Story. Yes I know it’s an odd place for something like that. Let me explain how that came to be. Originally we had intended to buy the old house in the centre of the village, the one with the slate roof and flint stone walls on the corner of the village square overlooking the village duck pond, but we were gazumped. Quite unbecoming for a staid little English village I thought. Anyway, we were not prepared to play that game, and that is how we lande…

cwc:more-short-writings

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:37:23+00:00

Index to pages More examples of free flow writing All aboard. The station master took the little wooden step away from the first class wagon and slapped the door closed. Just then she appeared, running, out of breath ,yelling ‘wait, wait, please wait!’ She had three suitcases which made running difficult.

cwc:neka-museum

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:37:27+00:00

Index to pages Neka Museum In Ubud we tried Neka Museum as a venue. However, * the tables were not very suitable and * the staff required us to leave at 5pm, so we left at 5pm as requested and returned to our usual venue of Warung Pulau Kelapa . Plenty of lively writing as usual despite the interruption, and one new member joined our group today.

cwc:perspectives-of-an-artist

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:37:30+00:00

Index to pages Perspectives of an artist I once met an artist from the Orang Asli of Malaya who have been forced onto small reservations by the invading Melayu people. His angry work told a sad story which was lost on his potential customers. By the subject of the picture

cwc:publishing

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:37:33+00:00

Index to pages Publishing Some of our writers prefer not to publish what they have written, others are more willing. Have a look in the Snippets or Short Stories categories to see some of our writers’ work. The first of our articles on e-publishing, Formatting your work for e-book publishing, is now available

cwc:rattled-short-story-by-mark-baker

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:37:36+00:00

Index to pages Rattled – Short story by Mark Baker I am not generally a person who believes in ghosts or vengeful spirits, however the odd noises from my new car were forcing me to change my mind. All logic for the cause of sudden, annoying and worrying tingling of a tiny noise had disappeared. It was suddenly there, and then gone.

cwc:retrospective-writers-workshop-novemer-2017

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:37:39+00:00

Index to pages Retrospective – Writer’s workshop November 2017 Some of the workshop participants taking a break. In November last year we ran a weekend long writer’s workshop which brought together members from both the Ubud and Kerobokan clans. We identified and resolved a variety of issues people raised. Including:

cwc:santas-little-helper

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:37:42+00:00

Index to pages SANTAS LITTLE HELPER (A short story by Jenny Lemm) Penelope Hargreaves, Poppy to her family, was a mischievous child. A kind-hearted, sweet-natured, intelligent child, yet an inveterate mischief maker. Sometimes naughty, but never malicious, her pranks were invariably aimed at her twin siblings, Alice and Bernard.

cwc:seasons-greetings

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:37:46+00:00

Index to pages Season’s Greetings It is that time of year. Here in Bali, it is Hari Raya Natal (Christmas) and, also Hari Raya Galungan (an important Balinese Hindu Festival). “ The Door Bell Rang ” has been updated with an extra chapter. Hopefully more will follow.

cwc:secrets

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:37:49+00:00

Index to pages Secrets The window was open when the bomb went off. Though you might not think it, this was a blessing. The air pressure inside and outside equalised easily, which meant that, unlike all the other apartments in the block, none of my windows broke.

cwc:she-walked-to-the-door-and-turned-the-knob

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:37:52+00:00

Index to pages She walked to the door and turned the knob. (One of our members’ 5 minute writing items.) She walked to the door and turned the knob. The crystal knob was cloudy, like her eyes; her joints knotty with age, skin thin and marked with sunspots from years on the golf course, on the beach. She used to spend her days playing bridge, while she listened to Reds games on the transistor radio at the same time. She retired and lived on a golf course now, where she had gotten two ho…

cwc:smolt-for-first-minister

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:37:55+00:00

Index to pages Smolt for First Minister Peter Smolt had spent his early childhood in a simple village far from the city that was to become his home. His parents were strict but kind, not at all like typical villagers who just want their children to become rabotnik, mechanistic workers, tilling the soil and harvesting the crops.

cwc:solomon-grimbleblat-and-the-will-o-the-wisp

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:37:59+00:00

Index to pages Solomon Grimbleblat and the Will o’ the Wisp (by Jenny Lemm) Solomon Grimbleblat lay face downward on the marshy ground, his left cheek resting in a sticky pool of vomit, sourly redolent of the cheap alcohol he had consumed in vast quantities the nigh before. He was naked, his youthful body thin and bony, all ankle bones, knobbly wrists and sharply jutting shoulder blades. He snored gently and drooled copiously, adding volume to the foul smelling puddle beneath his head.…

cwc:some-recent-examples-of-5-minute-or-less-free-flow-writing

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:38:48+00:00

Index to pages Some recent examples of 5 minute (or less) free flow writing The words in bold were given as a prompt to help get the mind working and the pen moving. All of these were written in 5 minutes or less. Sometimes they are complete in their own right. Sometimes the time runs out and you are left hanging off a cliff. So now, enjoy! (or suffer):

cwc:tables-turned-a-very-short-story

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:38:02+00:00

Index to pages Tables Turned (a very short story) By Mark Baker (11 April 2018) She spat in his drink and then returned to the fake, white-marble topped, table with a clean cocktail glass, smiling sweetly as her new Manager had told them all to do, regardless of the vile customers who he welcomed with open arms and greedy eyes.

cwc:the-daze-of-the-weak

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:38:05+00:00

Index to pages The Daze of the Weak The origins of the days of the week have been researched many times, but a new theory has recently emerged which seems to make much more sense than theories that resort to mythology for their explanations. Let’s start with Monday.

cwc:the-door

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:38:08+00:00

Index to pages The door There was a knock on the door . Jane spoke. “I heard a knock” Peter said “Yes, I wonder what it was”. Mary said “Maybe it was the door”, Michael observed that doors usually do not knock. Mary said”Never mind, I’ll get it.”

cwc:the-doorbell-rang

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:38:12+00:00

Index to pages The Doorbell Rang The doorbell rang. Cecilia heaved herself out off the overstuffed armchair and grabbed her walking stick. For a 78 year old girl she was still very sprite, only hampered by her ever worsening arthritis. Slowly she walked to the peephole in her door.

cwc:the-field-of-death

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:38:15+00:00

Index to pages The Field of Death (An opening to a story) Mark Baker – (16 April 2018) It was a misty morning. The white veil of swirling fog flooded over the silent fields, like a cream soup, and from above the weak yellow morning sunshine tried it’s pathetic task of warming the chill Autumn air and lift the mystery of this timeless scene. To reveal her cold, dead, blood-let, body….

cwc:the-final-chapter

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:38:18+00:00

Index to pages The Final Chapter Reflecting on life’s final chapter, as I do, lying here in my grave, I have to say the final chapter was not my finest hour. The energy had waned, joints, and eyes, strained. Little by little things became too much effort.

cwc:the-night-it-happened

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:38:22+00:00

Index to pages The night it happened (by Unna Chokkalingam) A cloud obscured the moon and my pretty pink cubicle was bathed in dark shadows. It was that kind of night that made the call of nature particularly challenging to answer, especially when the loo was situated outside the main building. It involved walking down the corridor, “presumably lit” by the faintest of night lights, down the long flight of wooden stairs, past the portraits of formidable former principals, through the ma…

cwc:the-oak

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:38:45+00:00

Index to pages The Oak It was 400 minutes past November. The sun dangled in the freezing sky like a ripe onion peering through slicked thin clouds of smeared grease. The forest leaves crunched underfoot but the air was deathly still. Even the birds were quiet.

cwc:the-word-of-the-lord

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:38:25+00:00

Index to pages The word of the Creator? When Hubble discovered the universe was expanding, scientists took the obvious step of projecting back in time and saying the universe must have once been infinitesimally small. For a long time it was an unproven theory, but then, by accident, we discovered the cosmic background radiation, the fingerprints of the ‘big bang’

cwc:thesis

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:38:41+00:00

Index to pages Thesis It is once more November, and as I sit here pen in hand under the light of a faltering desk lamp, surrounded by books and glared at by Google Scholar, I cast my mind back to two years before. November in the Lakes is a beautiful time. The sun glances across the landscape setting the autumn trees alight in a blaze of gold, orange and yellow. It was on just such a day as the sun was making its descent to the horizon that we were walking the high moors and marvelling at t…

cwc:thornton-under-vale-mystery-chapter-5

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:38:51+00:00

Index to pages Thornton Under Vale Mystery – Part 5 //(Read from start)// The tension between DS Hawk and Constable Web was palpable. The fact that the Chief Constable had promoted Web to being Acting Detective Constable annoyed not only DS Hawk, who believed he was being side-lined to deal with a non-existent Russian Assassin network, but also the other Police Constables.

cwc:thornton-under-vale-mystery-part-1-v2

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:38:54+00:00

Index to pages Thornton Under Vale Mystery – Part 1 Prompts Given: Dead as a door nail…; Breathed his last..; Green eyed monster…; No body wants you…; His stiff upper lip; It was bitterly cold….; It was bitterly cold, and under the foreboding peach skies, a slight flurry of snow had started to fall over the hamlet of Thornton under Vale. The very traditional 2 storey Victorian cottages that dotted around the rather grand Georgian fronted, mediaeval farmhouse, should have been a haven o…

cwc:thornton-under-vale-mystery-part-2

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:38:57+00:00

Index to pages Thornton Under Vale Mystery – Part 2 [fnbearpaw-little-bear-set_1-300x300-1.png] //(Read from start)// No one wanted to admit that the demise of Mr Robin Cock in the wintered wood was a blessing, as there was not a single person in the surrounds of the hamlet of Thornton Under Vale that didn’t have a motive to kill the singularly unpleasant Chinese Porcelain trader.

cwc:thornton-under-vale-mystery-part-3

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:39:00+00:00

Index to pages Thornton Under Vale Mystery – Part 3 (Read from start) For Constable Web, the demise of Robin Cock in the woodland vale, was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing in that he hoped it would give him the chance of showing off his detective skills to the Chief Constable; and a curse, because he couldn’t solve the mystery of who had exactly dispatched the most hated man in the District.

cwc:thornton-under-vale-mystery-part-4

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:39:04+00:00

Index to pages Thornton Under Vale Mystery – Part 4 //(Read from start)// The sale of the Romanov Dining set at Christie’s Auction House in London to a personal friend of Vladamir Putin had raised the profile of the recent death of Robin Cock in Thornton Under Vale to international attention.

cwc:thornton-under-vale-mystery-part-6

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:39:07+00:00

Index to pages Thornton Under Vale Mystery – Part 6 //(Read from start)// The bitterly cold weather, and daily falls of snow, had left the hamlet of Thornton Under Vale an image of Christmas Card perfection, apart from the two ugly grey and brown tracks that brought practical reality to the image.

cwc:thornton-under-vale-mystery-part-7

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:39:10+00:00

Index to pages Thornton Under Vale Mystery – Part 7 (Read from start) The internment of the late Robin Cock, in the Anbull family mausoleum, was not appreciated by the grumpy grave digger of the Church of St Genesius. Old Mr Owl was denied his treasured opportunity to spit and stamp on the grave of the man who had almost ruined his life. He muttered white wispy oaths quietly into the chill, snow laid, graveyard, hoping his prayer of internal damnation was heard by dark angels, and …

cwc:thornton-under-vale-mystery-part-8

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:39:14+00:00

Index to pages Thornton Under Vale Mystery – Part 8 //(Read from start)// {{:cwc:fnbearpaw-little-bear-set_1-300x300-1.png?300x300}} Although DS Hawk and Acting DC Web were seated next to each other in the car going to Anbull Hall to continue investigating the complex case of two linked murders, they were as distant as continents. A hard wall, created by professional jealously and suspicion, resulted in clipped conversation and bitter silence.

cwc:thornton-under-vale-mystery-part-9

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:39:17+00:00

Index to pages Thornton Under Vale Mystery – Part 9 (Read from start) The ultra-modern corner office of Chief Constable Swallow felt hot and clammy like a tropical greenhouse, while outside the gentle flakes of snow gently settled on the Police cars below. The distinct aroma of citrus arose from the large smoked glass and chrome desk. Everything in the room was so tidy. It looked like a photograph out of an Interior Design magazine. Only the presence of people messed up the symmetr…

cwc:thornton-under-vale-mystery-part-10

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:39:21+00:00

Index to pages Thornton Under Vale Mystery – Part 10 Read from Start In an ideal world, newly promoted Detective Constable Sidney Web, would have been celebrating his success with all his Police Station colleagues and his ex-boss, DS Damian Hawk, down at “The Linnet” public house. But this was not an ideal world.

cwc:thornton-under-vale-mystery-part-11

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:39:24+00:00

Index to pages Thornton Under Vale Mystery – Part 11 (Read from Start) The snow had stopped falling, but the air was still chill, and the white woodland crunched under Sidney’s wellington boots. His heart was still thumping wildly, and his mind was flipping between worries. Should he run and call out for Inspector Viper, or remain quiet as a mouse and tread cautiously the paths made by forest deer? He decided the latter would be better, as that meant he should be able to hear the approach…

cwc:thornton-under-vale-mystery-part-12-the-final-chapter

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:39:27+00:00

Index to pages Thornton Under Vale Mystery – Part 12 – The final chapter? (Read from Start) DS Damian Hawk and DC Sidney Web, previously colleagues, then enemies and now possibly victims, stood within the snowy woodland hollow, called The Vale, looking out into the forbidding pine trees. The two police officers stood back to back, watching out for any sudden movement, any sudden sound. Behind them, the yellow police tape surrounding the earlier crime scene fluttered.

cwc:true-story

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:38:28+00:00

Index to pages True Story (By Jenny Lemm) The year is 1985 and I’ve just moved to a tiny village in the Welsh mountains with my husband (whom we will not bother to mention again) and my fifteen year old son, Paddy. I was immensely excited. For many years I had visited North Wales regularly as I was a keen rock climber, so to actually live here was going to be a dream come true.

cwc:waisak-day-writers-group

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:38:32+00:00

Index to pages Waisak day writers group Aims Today we tried to focus mindfulness as one of our qualities – with varying success. We also aimed to write some short stories. Again, varying degrees of success, but we also spent some social time sharing experiences – potential for future pen strokes.

cwc:wish-upon-a-bubble

Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2022-04-10T09:38:35+00:00

Index to pages Wish Upon A Bubble Image courtesy Braedon McCleod (by Francois Keyser) Russell’s day just got worse. He had missed the bus. Because he missed the bus, he missed the train. He rushed to make up time, spilled his coffee, got to the office late, and was told he was no longer needed.