The Written Word Group

  I didn't kill children, but everything else was fair game. It worked this way. I received my virtual brown envelope target instructions, to my online Dropbox: a half payment went to my bank account. I then completed the task and received the final payment. Job done; no need to speak or meet anyone. It was an automatic process. Until now. They made contact via Telegram. Wanted a Zoom call. Insisted. Triple payment was on offer. My Zoom server connection was secure, as it was bounced around the world. I wore my white anonymous mask. I felt pretty safe, and could cut the connection at any time, if needed. There was four men in suits and masks. They said they needed this job done in a hurry. Which is why they insisted on a Zoom connection. Time it seemed was of the essence.   "We've had an anonymous complaint against our company, and we want you to deal with it." "Sure," I replied, "you do know who made the complaint. A whistleblower I presume?" “Exa...

They were outside the court building, police with sub-machine guns and rifles surrounded and were on top of the building and were on high alert as the van drew to a stop at the front of the court building, and the side door slid open.   The Mafia boss, dressed in a suit which cost as much as his armed guard’s monthly wage and shoes which cost as much as the average car, stepped out, smiling, into the early morning sun.   The gold rings on his fingers and thirty thousand dollar watch glinted as the sun struck them.   It had taken the Inspector five years of hard work to track him down and eventually catch him, this time red handed with his hands in the till, or should that be weapon in hand. Everything happened so fast after that.   No one heard anything, but the back of the Mafia bosses head disappeared in a fountain of blood and brains, as he dropped to the ground.   Everyone within a ten foot radius behind him was spattered with gore, blood ran down the si...

  A      A.A. Churchill used to call it his ‘Black dog,’ his depression.   He also used to drink quite a lot all through the day.   I just drank in the evening at first, but after an accident at work where a battery blew up in my face and covered me in boiling acid and liquid lead, I turned to drink, hard drink; and I didn’t have the odd glass full, I had the bottle and started drinking as soon as the alarm sounded in the morning and carried on until I went to bed at midnight.   I would take three or four hip flasks with me to work and drank them during the day; every time I wanted, no, craved a drink I would sneak away to the toilets and have a drink.   After a while I didn’t always get drunk, I just wanted to taste the liquid as it swirled around my mouth and went down my throat.   I couldn’t stop it; I simply craved the taste. Then I met her; I had been drinking non-stop for a week solid, as usual, and didn’t know where I was, this w...

Next Meeting: Friday 6th November 2026 Location: Hostal Meson Time 10.30-1pm 500 word subject: “Anonymous" Everybody who has an interest in writing or the written word is welcome to our meetup at:  Hostal Meson Arboleas, Almeria, Spain. Back Room. ---------------- Extra!! Extra!!! Special meeting!!!   30th October Bring something you wrote and are proud of, and something by someone else which inspired you. The venue is Jeremy’s Compound in Los Carrascos. It will be a bit less formal and will involve cake!