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The villagers loved them, or to be more precise, “respected” them, because the love was tinged with a bit of fear. How could you not be a little afraid of such strong characters. They looked as if forged from the same iron as the harnesses and rails and pots and pans they made. No one had ever seen them get hurt, or look sad.
Sunday Writers’ Club members never cease to delight readers with entralling stories. This week is no exception. Enjoy reading the latest contributions from Caroline Stevenson and Connie Phlipot.
By Caroline Stevenson
I’m sure most meaningful relationships can be expressed with their own individual mixtape, and that was what I set out to do at school at the age of thirteen to cheer up my best friend Kate.
Kate was one of those people who made many friends with her winning combination of kindness, wit, talent and beauty – but not all of our peers could just simply be glad to be around such company and a group of people in our year felt compelled to start bullying her as a way of making themselves feel superior.
Podcast interview with and short story by Holly Girling.
“I never said you were stupid.” Florian shook his head at his feet despite his eyes floating up to Mount Olympus. He thought he was a god among men. Why so many people in his life should misunderstand so much, and so often, was beyond him. The time it took for others to discover what he’d felt he was born knowing infuriated him. Florian had a life motto and that was: do not wait.
The canes of the raspberry bushes had to reach a purplish stage of red. Each early January morning the villagers would gather around a patch of raspberries at the edge of town. They didn’t need to say anything or make some kind of an announcement. They’d be doing this for so many years they all knew at a glance when the right shade had been reached. The village was also ringed with poplars, swaying in the northwest wind. When their buds swelled to just the size of a child’s thumb, then it was definitely time.
I drove like my life depended on it. I really felt it did. Every empty street a wasteland bereft of humanity.
I had been so looking forward to the holidays. Although holidays seemed too rich a word for what we had this year. Of course we didn’t have to work, but the lines between work and home have blurred to an insignificant grey whisper like the vapour trail of a plane we used to see in the sky long after they had disappeared over the Atlantic and far away. Will the pilots even remember how to fly?
What better way to spread the Christmas joy than to share a delightful collection of Christmas stories from Sunday Writers’ Club members Tamara Raidt, Brigitta Serbán, Connie Phlipot, Jennifer Cornick, Sandra Völker, and Stephen Hewitt. These enthusiastic SWC members (and more) participated in our Secret Santa Story Share – writing a Christmas story and sending it by mail to another member. They could choose from one of two writing prompts:
“The Boy/Girl Who Collected Snowflakes” (chosen by Tamara Raidt, Brigitta Serbán, and Connie Phlipot)
“Write a story about the unwrapping of a gift.” (chosen by Jennifer Cornick, Sandra Völker, and Stephen Hewitt)
The resulting stories were enchanting, as you will discover below. Wherever you may be reading from, we hope these Christmas stories bring you plenty of festive cheer and inspiration.
This week, Sunday Writers’ Club member Sandra Völker takes us to the futuristic city of Serengia for a poignant story about trees and the destruction of their habitat in the name of progress, about waking up to their importance all too late. But perhaps in Sandra’s story, like the climate emergency we’re all living through, there is a glimmer of hope. What do you think?
Trams are a much-loved mode of transport–rattling and clanging along busy streets in the world’s most cosmopolitan cities. But the Central European species of tram is particularly fascinating, as Sunday Writers’ Club member Connie Phlipot shares with us here.
Do you enjoy riding the tram? Please do share your thoughts about this story and how you feel about riding trams in the comments section at the end of this blog post.
This week we’re delighted to present two new stories from Sunday Writers’ Club members Brigid Whoriskey and Connie Phlipot. With a ghost at the stairs and a frightful discovery to a stone carver commissioned to capture the vision of a city in a century long past, these stories will take you on journeys of the imagination. We hope you enjoy them and encourage you to leave your thoughts for the writers and other readers.
We’re pleased to share with you the latest creative writing from Sunday Writers’ Club member Connie Phlipot.
In this month’s podcast, Scottish poet and Sunday Writers’ Club member Stephen Cuthbertson shares with us his fascinating writing journey and his latest poem titled “The Labyrinth”.
Enjoy reading two stories by Sunday Writers’ Club members Caroline Stevenson and Connie Phlipot. Writing inspired by the prompt: Paint me a picture of…
We’re pleased to present “A Cat’s Boredom” written by Vienna-based Sunday Writers’ Club member David Wiegl.
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