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Day 2 of 7 Canโ€™t wait to read your stories inspired by this prompt ๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿ‘‡Come and show us what youโ€™ve got, one and all.. ๐ŸŒŸ
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Pippa Brush Chappell Jun 4
Replying to @virtwriting
Even as they search the thin line of the horizon, eager for the sight of a sail, she yearns a change in the wind, a sudden storm. A miracle. Perhaps heโ€™ll have fallen overboard, fallen ill, in the long year away. Perhaps heโ€™ll believe the child is old enough to be his.
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Virtual Writing Group Jun 4
Replying to @PippaBC
Ah, that heartbreaking hope. Great job ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘
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Cat Lane Jun 4
Replying to @virtwriting
Just discovered you VWG! Can you let me know please if the stories we create have to use all 280 characters or if they can be less? Looking forward to participating in these great challenges and reading the creativity of other writers. โค๏ธ
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Virtual Writing Group Jun 5
Replying to @AnotherCatLane
What everyone saidโค๏ธ less than 280 would do, plus hashtag. There's still time to participate until 10๐Ÿ‘
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Jeanna #HowDareYou Skinner Jun 4
Replying to @virtwriting
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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Jeanna #HowDareYou Skinner Jun 4
Replying to @virtwriting
I enjoyed writing this one so much, I've turned it into a flash. Now just got to think about where to send it. Thanks for getting the creative juices flowing !
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Virtual Writing Group Jun 4
Replying to @JeannaLStars
Brilliant!!! All the best placing it. We loved it๐Ÿคฉ
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Jeanna #HowDareYou Skinner Jun 5
Replying to @virtwriting
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M S Clements (135 998) Jun 4
Replying to @virtwriting
Ma's tears were not for him, God rot him, but for me penny a week. 'Escape him wiv books', she said, 'learn your letters & forget his drunken fist.' She cried for me 11 yrs & innocence robbed. 'I'll work, Ma. The workhouse will no get us. I promise, don't you cry, Ma'
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Simon Cowdroy Jun 4
What a great take on the prompt M.
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M S Clements (135 998) Jun 4
Thank you Simon. The response today has been impressive. Some beautiful and quite simply emotionally draining tweet stories. is so lucky to have attracted such magnificent talent from across the globe.
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C. Attleya Jun 4
Replying to @virtwriting
Then, 189 were killed. Now, the sea is tranquil, and the lone swimmer and lost tourist take no notice of the searching figures in muted bronze tones. Keeping watch, waiting and praying for their families to return, they are a silent reminder of what might be again.
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Monica Balt Jun 4
Nicely done, and true to the meaning of the memorial, Iโ€™m guessing! โค๏ธ
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C. Attleya Jun 4
In October 1881, 189 men were killed in waters just outside Eyemouth's harbour. 118 came from that town. It was Scotland's worst fishing disaster.
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Lou (21,212) behind by a day. Jun 4
What I love about these prompts is that if you donโ€™t know the story you can research them, and they light up your heart whilst learning something new.
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Little_Emma19 Jun 4
Replying to @virtwriting
We arrived on an ill wind, they said, closing their doors to us.They feared disease but our only travelling companion was hope. It dwindled fast, like our food rations. So we waited for a ship to sail us away to the New World,while my mother cradled her swollen stomach.
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Pushpinder Kaur/30000 Jun 4
Lovely work ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿ‘Œ
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Little_Emma19 Jun 5
Thank you Pushpinder. The group is a lovely, supportive place to share ideas. ๐Ÿ˜Š
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Pushpinder Kaur/30000 Jun 5
We're glad to have you join us โค๏ธ
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Michael Ellison Jun 4
Replying to @virtwriting
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 donโ€™t see us. Those spectres that saunter past in vile pastel clothing. Who sees us?
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julia Jun 4
Really like this idea, Mike - it being played out again and again, without us seeing. *shiver*
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Michael Ellison Jun 4
Thanks Julia, and great to have you back!
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julia Jun 4
Thank you! I want to be in the raffle haha and get a present. I mean prize ๐Ÿ˜€
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PD Flynn Jun 5
The prize, for me, is taking part...and reading the absolute diamond and gold that people write. So inspiring.
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julia Jun 5
Well of course. There's been fantastic pieces of writing. But I also want to be in the raffle...๐Ÿ˜‰
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PD Flynn Jun 5
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