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Daniel Aubrey 4 Jun 19
Replying to @virtwriting
Ah, totally missed the hashtag - . Does that rule me out of getting my hands on the swag?? 😉😂
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Cathy L 4 Jun 19
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At first he thought it was the cry of gulls. He searched the sky, the wind snatching breath, lifting skirts around him. He presses his father's lucky shell, stolen from his pocket yesterday. The mewling cries grow louder. In his head frantic wings flap and flail.
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Michael Ellison 4 Jun 19
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Who sees us? We come here every day after all. We stand and watch with hope in our hearts, and every day the storm tears the ships apart. And yet they don’t see us. Those spectres that saunter past in vile pastel clothing. Who sees us?
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Sarah😷Smith 5 Jun 19
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Oh WOW! Just got off my homeward flight after a wonderful holiday in Greece. Was feeling a bit deflated but this has cheered me right up! Thanks guys!
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Sarah😷Smith 4 Jun 19
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A widow nearly 30 years, still at the quayside; mending other men’s nets. Her children gone to other industry: the girls to linen mills; the boys to factories & then to the trenches of France & Belgium. Miles she walked selling fish from the coast. An old broken circle.
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Monica Balt 🇳🇱🇸🇪🇿🇦🇺🇸🇬🇧🇬🇾 4 Jun 19
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Women quivered, pressed babies to their breasts and stared as the executioner’s blade flew down, slicing off a sliver of the sun. The girl, shoved aside to the fringes, was the only one who dared turn away.
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Sally Doherty writes 👩‍💻 4 Jun 19
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The accordion starts up. Not the toe tapping jig of the summer fete but a low mournful wail. The wives rock from side to side, arms linked, eyes wet with more than the sting of salt. The Dance for the Dead. Calling the souls home from the murky depths of the ocean
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❄️Suzy Story Writer📚✏️📖🐴🐶🕸 5 Jun 19
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It was the first birthday cake he’d ever had. They said at the home, if they did it for one, they’d have to do it for all. And anyway, his keyworker had said life was hard, get used to it. From this day on, he’d buy a damn cake every day for the rest of his life.
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Suzanne Ewart 4 Jun 19
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I don’t remember Pa, not really. Rough hands, a smelly coat, a penny here and there. Not much. But still we wait, Ma’s skirts slapping my cheeks as we stare at an empty sea. ‘Can we go?’ Ma turns, wipes the salty spray from her face. ‘Just give it a bit longer.’’
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Sharon 4 Jun 19
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With tired eyes & throbbing feet we watch With babes in arms in failing light we watch With aching backs & broken hearts we watch Though tides rise & fall we wait Though sun dawns & sets we wait Though fears grow & hope fades we wait Frozen in time we watch and wait
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Dr Beverley Jandziol 5 Jun 19
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They sing loudly in desperation as their swirling skirts create a protective wall around their children. The little ones join in with the dancing unaware that the staccato noise outside the shed represents the felling of their Daddies one by one.
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Simon Cowdroy 4 Jun 19
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When winter makes everything brittle ravaged hearts are easy to break. Four days gone now. The too bright days are agony; nights even worse as the lighthouse beam cuts futile arcs in the dark spaces where futility hides.They sing their laments and make sure they hurt.
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Dr Beverley Jandziol 4 Jun 19
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Ooh I love it!!! Thank you so much - will be a daily reminder of how I love you lot at and now for
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Dr Beverley Jandziol 4 Jun 19
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Not had time to comment or respond to the prompt but I’ve read all of them and they are stunning. I feel emotionally drained but have loved it. Well done everyone. These really are quite something for 🙌🙌🙌
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Mark Left 4 Jun 19
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One mother turns her back. Unable to face the waves, the water roar in the channels, the boats foundering in the gap. Men screaming like boys, boys screaming like angels. Only she sees the lost, climbing the broken ladder to heaven, touched by a light, and then obscured.
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Jeanna Louise Skinner 4 Jun 19
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Me & Mam kept vigil 'longside the fishwives. Their skirts billowed like sails; gimlet eyes pecking out every dot on the horizon. On the 5th day, the current brought them home but only for the scavenger gulls. When Mam turned her salt-weathered face inshore, I followed.
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Lucy Balmer Hooft 4 Jun 19
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- Mum, why are we waiting here? - Hush, not now my love. - Mum? I'm cold, can we go home now? Mum my feet hurt. Mum? Why is everyone looking at the sea? When Daddy gets home I'm going to- Mum? Why are you...? - Not now my love.
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Jenny Moore 4 Jun 19
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Be strong, my stony heart, be strong, Beat hard against the wind and rain, Though nights are dark and years are long The sea will bring him home again.
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Virtual Writing Group 4 Jun 19
Day 2 of 7 Can’t wait to read your stories inspired by this prompt 👇👇Come and show us what you’ve got, one and all.. 🌟
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Heather Lee Shaw 4 Jun 19
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Medusa was my name once. Now I'm just a girl at the party. My sunglasses on, catching neon lights in the glare. A hundred years ago I could have turned this room to statues. Now I enjoy the flesh. Dance on, mortals. You'll be dust in the end.
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