The Written Word Group

  My husband and I are Mind Readers. Well, that's not strictly true, I'm the mind reader, he is the prompter, if you know what I mean. No, of course you don't.... let me start again. Michael and I have a Stage Act, Mentalism, Thought Transference, Mind Reading. I have to say, we are pretty good.....ok, not Royal Variety Show good, but we do ok. Summer Seasons in Blackpool, Skeggie, Holiday parks, Butlins. That is where we met actually, Butlins in Minehead. Michael had a  Magic act, not your David Copperfield lions and tigers stuff, but card tricks and clever illusions. I was a singer and did a few impressions, Celine Dion, Streisand etc. Anyway, we worked the Summer together and somehow clicked and at the end of the 6 weeks, we were an "item". But, we had a big problem in that our work would take us to different parts of the Country and we'd never get to see each other. So, we took the plunge, rented a flat in the Midlands and decided to form a double act. We ...

  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 li...

 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 ...

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 Kubatin (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  

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...

It was midday when Maria and Juani arrived in Valparaiso. Valparaiso was the first main freight port of Chile then, fish markets with its local treasures from the ocean; fruits & vegetables produce that could be bought in ‘Caleta Portales’; and forty five majestic hills with a maze of houses overlooking the ocean.  Maria had plenty of time to find the Janssen family’s place before nightfall. She asked around for the address, and after a few hours walking through alleys, streets, up and down roads, suddenly she bumped into this long Avenue with trees on either side with big houses, each of them divided by high walls. Maria couldn't believe her eyes, she had never seen houses like them. This avenue happened to be Almirante Montt where the Janssen’s family lived.  Maria finally found “Casa numero Uno”, which was at the other end of the Avenue. Although she was feeling apprehensive, she plucked up the courage and knocked on the door. A young man, only a few...