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Poem: Tickets, Please
The stadium holds 64,000 Two tickets was all I desired To go see my favourite musician For the last time before he retired. I desperately wanted those tickets; I’ve been a fan many long years I knew that if I couldn’t get them I’d most likely end up in tears. There was only one way…
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Carol Carman’s Writing Club Prompt: Q is for Queue
Q is for Queue or Queueing. Queue – the only word where you can take four of its letters out and it doesn’t change the sound of it. We’ve all had to do it – wait our turn, stand in line, watch another queue going faster than ours… Think of all the places you can…
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Short Fiction: A Random Click of the Shutter
Everything in the bungalow was neat and pristine, except the photo frame. Its glass was clouded from her fingerprints, but she didn’t care. She’d taken the snap at her daughter’s wedding, miraculously capturing an unguarded moment of laughter between her husband and her daughter. A random click of the shutter became the treasured image of…
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Carol Carman’s Writing Club Prompt: P is for Photograph
I’d like you to write something – story, poem, or just a little piece of writing – sparked off by a photograph. Is it in colour, or black and white? Formal, like a portrait photo, or more of a snap? Where’s this photo come from? Is it known to you or not? Have you found…
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Poem: Getting In
He tried password – it didn’t work; He tried 1234. He tried his place of birth but got No further than before. He tried his mother’s maiden name, His father’s mother’s too; He tried his first pet – and his last – But still it wouldn’t do.
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Carol Carman’s Writing Club Prompt: O is for Open
Our next writing prompt is O for open. Such a small word applies in many different ways. You can open little things – jars, bottles, packets, parcels – or large things: you can open doors, open a new building, a business, a fair or a fete, or you can open your garden to the public.…
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Memoir: My First One in Real Life
I was twenty-two years old, and about eight stone wet through. I was wearing a home-sewn wrap-over skirt – small brown and white flowers and green leaves on a black background, the hem finished off with cream broderie anglaise. The top half of my skinny frame was covered by a sleeveless v-necked t-shirt, over which…
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Carol Carman’s Writing Club Prompt: N is for Needle
Plenty of variety on this subject for you to have a go at. What sort of needle is it? Sewing needle? Hand sewing, machine sewing, upholstery needle?Surgical sewing or injections? If it’s any of those, are you on the receiving end of it, or is it you that’s using the needle? For what purpose? Then…
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Song: You Can’t Call It Music
It’s something special, I know, and I don’t want to bore, But I guarantee that you’ve heard nothing like me before. But I have a talent – unusual thing – ‘Cause everyone shudders when I start to sing… I can scatter a crowd; People pray that I don’t sing out loud.
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Carol Carman’s Writing Club Prompt: M is for Music
95% of us enjoy music. It’s all around us. It’s rare to go a day without hearing music. Radio, TV programmes, films, adverts, ice-cream vans, ringtones, passing cars blaring out favourite tunes at top volume… So, for the purposes of your story or poem, here are some ideas to get you going if you need…