Mick Plumptre – The sausage roll game

    Little Jacky Pontin  sat on the lawn of her parents house hugging her legs. Her chin resting on her knees, big bright eyes wide and  shining with delight, she chattered away to her mother who was hanging out a pile of washing. This was the time she enjoyed most . Now nine years old  JackieContinue reading “Mick Plumptre – The sausage roll game”

Jeremy Plumptre – The cabin on the beach

Ringo Starr: “I´d like to be under the sea in an octopus´garden in the shade.”                                       I´m from South Africa, and I have a little shack down on the beach on the west coast , where theContinue reading “Jeremy Plumptre – The cabin on the beach”

Alan Bilton – Innocence

With butterflies in her tummy, she perched on the long, green bench by the boardroom door. When a tall lady in a blue suit called her name, she rose sedately, determined to face the grilling with aplomb.   “Miss Cornwell, your contract to appear on Dingbat is ready for signature. Before you can sign, however, weContinue reading “Alan Bilton – Innocence”

Hester Lott – The cabin on the beach

I decided to buy the beach hut when Marney was eight. Very few of the traditional, brightly painted Victorian huts ever came on the market, so when I spotted one for sale in the Globe, and at a very reasonable price, I phoned the agent immediately.  I made an appointment to view it the nextContinue reading “Hester Lott – The cabin on the beach”

Colin Lyne – Wharf Cabin

So, this is how it all ends. In my very own haunted house on the coast.  The wealthy have always loved understatement. “Wharf Cabin” is in fact a rambling nineteenth century affair. Like most of the houses here, it’s made of wood, so in that respect I suppose you could say that the millionaires ofContinue reading “Colin Lyne – Wharf Cabin”

Britta Benson – The innocence of the cabin on the beach

I do no harm. I simply want to be. I mind my own business and always look out to the sea. My gaze is fixed towards the waves, rolling in and out, close and closer. I can lose myself in their rhythm. Sometimes, at spring tides, the water’s greedy fingers reach out all the wayContinue reading “Britta Benson – The innocence of the cabin on the beach”

Ian Hicken – Lot 236

The venue was the conference room at the Palace Hotel. Regimented rows of chairs formed blocks of seating on either side of the room. A wide aisle led to a rostrum emblazoned in stylish, royal blue lettering; ‘Arnold and Pryce Auctioneers’. The room was filling up fast. Some chose to stand to the sides, clutchingContinue reading “Ian Hicken – Lot 236”

Jacqueline Vincent – Auntie’s Legacy

“It’s fine, auntie won’t know and anyhow, what’s the point of having a beach-hut if we can’t use it?” said Libby, rummaging in her enormous bag. The one mum and dad brought back from their trip to Acapulco. A lurid green and yellow stripe with a pink umbrella printed on the front.“But, Libby. Suppose sheContinue reading “Jacqueline Vincent – Auntie’s Legacy”

Mick Plumptre – The pigeon that came to tea

THE PIGEON THAT CAME TO TEA The sun was shining on the sea, shining with all his might .He did his very best to make the billows smooth and bright. And this was not at all odd as it was the middle of a hot sunny afternoon. My brother, myself and our skipper Mike DoddContinue reading “Mick Plumptre – The pigeon that came to tea”

July Challenge

The challenges have been set by Hester Lott. This is not a competition. The writing prompts are designed to stimulate our imaginations and to nudge us all into writing more so that we can develop our writing/storytelling skills. Your writing can be taken from real-life experiences, totally made up or, a mix of the two.Continue reading “July Challenge”