The Written Word Group

  I hear the key turning in the lock. He shouldn’t be here, he’s at work. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” “It could be a late one and you’re working tomorrow. Are you going to be okay?” “Yep” The sound of Siouxsie and the Banshees blared in the background. I watched as he took a swig from the wine glass. He turned and caught my eye. I couldn't read what was going on, but there was definitely something. “Is everything okay? Anything you want to talk about?” “No, I don’t want to fuckin’ talk about anything. Jesus Christ you’re like some fuckin’ psychiatrist”  I walked into the bathroom, recognising the feeling of dread that crept  up from my chest and into my throat. I can’t refuse to go out, that would cause too much trouble. I just have to hope that his mood changes and he lightens up. We leave the flat and walk through the town and across the park to the Pump Rooms. He doesn’t respond when I slip my hand in his. As we approach I hear music and see flashing lights throu

 Enemies are like flies. You want to swat them away, tread on them, squash them. But you can't and they just keep coming back.  There was this kid at Senior school. Picked me out from day one for some reason and set about making my life a misery. He had two or three cohorts always with him and managed to catch me in the corridor after lessons, pinning me against the wall, if it wasn't stealing pocket money, it was destroying homework. He was a year or so above me, big, strong while I was a skinny 6 stone weakling, no way of fighting and I knew I would get no support from the teaching staff. If I snitched, it would make things worse.  I was in terror until he left. Then a year or so later, so did I. I had no qualifications but the freedom I felt was unimaginable... that was the end of it, or so I thought. I drifted from job to job for awhile. I just couldn't settle until I found somewhere where I was relatively happy. Albeit it was just in a warehouse, picker packer, that ki

  Maurice and Scott, stood on the bridge and looked down at the black mess the Tellus had made, when it connected with a fully loaded Army Oil Tanker. The Minister of Health and his entire family, who were being transported by the Tellus, had been totally immolated. Maurice Matthews and Scott Mathews where Department E Detectives, Cabinet Ministers security, send down to investigate the crash. And if they found any flaws in the various security procedures, they could recommend updates. “We’re lucky you know,” said Scott. “How so?” “It has the new Tellus black box. We should be able to nail this down and get back to civilization. And leave the country plods to clean this mess up."  "What do we have so far. Anything?” Scot was flipping through the information they were feeding him from HQ. Maurice was looking at the security barrier that had failed to stop the Tellus going over the bridge. “Look Scott, the Tellus hit the only spot that was weak enough to let it smash through. I

The Written Word Groups next 500 Word Open Mic Event, will be held on: Friday 27/09/2024 Starts at 13:30pm >>>>>>16:00pm The Kubitan (Behind Hostal Meson) Arboleas A fun event of Flash Fiction Short Stories & Poetry Have you a story to tell? Or do you just want to come and listen. All are welcome Contact: 711040444 Email: THEWRITTENWORDGROUP.ALBOX@GMAIL.COM  

The day had been long and hard, and the storm was ripping through the Highland Valley.   The cold was taking its toll on Anna's body, which ached .  Her lone figure struggled to get down the sloping hillside. Hunched over against the gathering storm, face turned away from the biting wind that blasted her skin raw.     The backpack she carried on her back was cumbersome she had no idea what was inside it -only that it had been thrust into her hands just before Mark had been taken away.     She vividly recalled the harshness of his arrest and the horror of the treatment he had been given.    These soldiers who were supposed to protect now they have become the enemy.      She had known him only briefly but in that time he had become her friend and guide showing her the truth. Now he ’s gone.   She slowly threaded a path through the heavy forest foothills as the sun began to set. Anna knew she needed to set up camp quickly hoping what was in the rucksack would give her shelter for t

Here we have Berni Albrighton introducing Charles Roberts.  Charles is the latest member of The Written Word Group, to appear on Breeze 97.7FM  Charles reads two stories.  The Morning Walk. A story of a walk in the early morning in a mountainous region of Spain. His second story is called Friends. And was generated from the monthly word challenge. Where every month, The Written Word Group is challenged to write a story from a given word. You can find a lot of these 500 word stories on this blog.  

As agreed María and Luis met on Saturday at the Torpederas beach. They sat and ate the picnic María had prepared that morning enjoying the few warm days left of the summer of 1931. Then they strolled along the golden sandy beach. The sky was as blue as the Lapis Lazuli stone, and the sea was so calm that it looked like a blue carpet you could walk on. It was just perfect. María didn't want that wonderful day to end. The time spent together and those intimate moments were unforgettable.  Weeks went by without Maria hearing from Luis. She wasn't bothered much as she had other worries on her mind, like having missed a couple of her periods. How would she face the new circumstances, if she was carrying Luis' baby? Abortion was out of the question as it went against her beliefs. Maria was polishing the silver in the front room when she heard Mrs Janssen, her employer, on the phone saying to one of her friends that Luis was going away with his sweethear