Sep 29th

Whispers and Glances - Final Call

By Athelstone

Whispers and Glances is a short story writing challenge for Word Cloud members, judged by Word Cloud members. Full details can be found on the Group pages at this link.

The Whispers and Glances group is public at the moment, but it becomes private and closes to new members in one week on Friday 6 October at 22:00 hrs.

If you enjoy reading and writing short stories and mixing with a group of like-minded authors then don't be shy. Take a look today.

Sep 27th

New Year Bomb Day

By Dolly

I see newbie author has commented on Autumn. Personally, I go with the stance that meteorologists take, and that is, Autumn starts on the 1st of September, Winter on the 1st of December, Spring on the 1st of March, and Summer on the 1st of June. There is probably a valid reason for this, although I don't know what it is, other than it tidies things up nicely; everything in its place. However, we are about to penetrate further into the year by slipping into October, and before you know it, the winter blues will be causing havoc.

Now, I have what I consider to be a valid theory for this yearly occurrence, and it's to do with the New Year Bomb and colour deprivation. At the moment we are in Autumn, and as far as colour is concerned, Autumn can be absolutely stunning. After the leaves have gone, the festive season arrives with colourful lights and decorations, so we take little heed of the descending darkness. But, fast forward to January the second and new year bomb day.

I say New Year Bomb day, because that's what it appears to be, a bomb that has been detonated, disintegrating all the colour. Oh, there is some colour left over from the Christmas/New year decorations, but they appear limp and worn out, like a left over, party-goer blinking in the cold light of day, and wishing for nothing more than lying in the sanctuary of their bed, and pulling the duvet over their head with a satisfied sigh. But, have faith Cloudies, Dolly has the answer!

 

Even in the darkness and depth of rain-lashed Winter, when the biting wind drives the sleet that rattles on your windows, fear not, take heart and remember, it's always August under you armpits!

Sep 24th

Take heed

By Aiyla

Another door closes

Another return to

Emptiness, darkness and pain

Open your eyes; it doesn’t have to be that way.

Open your mind; it should never be that way.

Where there is need, hurt and emptiness breeds.

Where there is need, love is a lie.

Open your heart, reconnect with your essence

Be at one, now, with yourself.

Fill up with life and love who you are

Trust and believe the strength inside

You always were

Always will be

Complete

 

Without another

Sep 23rd

Hello My Lags

By Mat

I thought to re-introduce myself after absence due to the prison sentence. 

It seems today - easy to recall the despair of those early mornings:

‘There’s no internet down the Scrubs,’ said Pepsi the Mexican, and he cackled, leaned from his cot down to my bunk and grey blanket.  How would I survive without my Facebook updates? I thought.

And then ‘Got a burn, mate?’ he said.

‘I got no fuckin burn,’ I replied in his own dialect of the underworld, although I did possess a 12.5 gramme government issue cigar of baccy, the tube up my sleeve.

And over time became a model prisoner, with my buddy eventually, Pepsi,  and his special friend Shirley, and me, the ‘hard bastards’ in the vernacular.  I apologise if I appear a ‘hard bastard’ in my prose.  But there remains a residue of pride that I survived six months on E wing virtually unscathed, such are my skills with the remote control of the toy helicopter.

We were the legendary ‘Spice Girls,’ [if you’ve served time, you will know me, Daddy] among the seventy young and elderly offenders surrounding us, dosed to the eyeballs in their stupors, either asleep, giggling, punching wildly into space or fiddling on their Gamestations.  I might almost describe the experience as a pleasure for me, might consider my so-called crime, the poodle drop-kick as fortuitous.  Forgive my blogging skills that are rusty.  I am yet to resurrect my former lair, the world-famous blog home.  These are early forays in communication.

So, I begin my new job on Monday as a drainage and irrigation specialist.  That’s good.  How are you and how do you plan to spend the rest of this sunny day?

My love

 

Matchu

Sep 20th

Random question re Women's magazine publication

By Catasshe

Dear all, 

This may seem a silly question, but a little while ago, when particularly strapped for cash, I started considering submitting stories to women's magazines. (Years ago I had a short story published in The Lady magazine, before they stopped doing a short story slot.)

So, a few weeks ago, I bought a bunch of magazines to check the type of stories they're printing - Take a Break, TaB's Fiction Feast, The People's Friend, Women's Weekly. I was really disappointed by the calibre of the stories, which I can only describe as a bit 'fast foodish'. Some were downright cringeworthy... All predictable. 

However, I have just written something that may be suitable for a women's magazine - being a romance, and light in tone. (Although, maybe a bit too ironic/clever for what they're looking for...)

In short, I'm having a dilemma. I don't feel as though, from a literary perspective, it's anything like as cool to put on the writerly CV that I got into TaB, for example. But, then again, I've read they can pay up to £400 for a short story... and they have a huge circulation.

Does anyone have any thoughts on whether it's worth trying to taylor the stories I'd naturally write to fit what the mags are looking for? Or is this something I might regret long term...? What would a mainstream publisher feel about seeing the women's weekly type mags on your CV?

 

 

 

Sep 14th

Vanishing Point

By Dolly

When I was young I was advised to travel. 'Travel broadens the mind, widens your view of the world you live in.' At least, that is what I was told. So I did. I went to big places, small places, empty places, packed to the wall and ceiling places, obscure places, strange places, felt the loneliness of crowds, the vibrating streets, and coughed in the grime of the traffic, mauling river-split cities.

Now I'm old. I have a broad mind. My view of the world is so wide, that I can see both sides of the road, as far back as the shadow of the trees, and the push of rivers. As far back as the sculptured, sometimes rugged, mountainous landscape, that stops at the sea, and the whisper of the muttering tide. I can also see the vanishing point, a place I shall become intimately familiar with in the near future, when I begin the adventure that involves my demise.

 

This is the third blog I've posted to to with death, having just turned 76 probably has something to do with it, and I can see it coming, not in a macabre or morbid way either, in fact, I'm starting to find it interesting. Body slowly breaking down, mind and senses at times, not quite working right. When I was young I was immortal. I was going to live forever, well, that is what it seemed like.

Sep 13th

Whispers and Glances

By Athelstone

I intended to post this on Friday 15 September, but I’m ready to go so why wait?

Many of you know that AlanP started a series of short story challenges that ran from autumn until the first sign of spring was in the air the following year. Alan decided to step down after several tremendously successful years and I am now having a crack at it. I’m very grateful to Alan and I have shamelessly stolen many aspects of his approach to the challenge. However, for it to be a success I am relying on you.

The challenge is to write an original short story following a theme that I provide. There will be plenty of time to complete this and at the end of the allotted period for writing, you are asked to decide on your favourites from those stories written by the other contestants. Your choices, together with those of all the other writers are used to decide on a winning entry and two runners-up.

That’s the formal bit, but in many ways not the important bit. My experience is that it’s one of the most engrossing, satisfying and rewarding ‘contests’ that I’ve ever been in. There’s something very special about working on a story over this length of time, about seeing the other stories posted, getting to know them and the people who wrote them.

The challenge begins with a bit of fun that will also stretch you – just a bit. I don’t reveal the theme. Not at first. In addition you need to make a number of choices, three, that influence how your story will unfold, but you won’t know what the choices mean until the theme is revealed. And that’s a bit of a tester. In short, I’m suggesting you sign up to a short story challenge with no idea of the theme and committed to a set of choices that have implications that you don’t understand either. Who on earth would do that?

There’s a new group called Whispers and Glances. Seek it out and the topics that I’ve posted there will explain everything. If you fancy having a go, join the group and take a leap in the dark by making some choices. The group is open now, but in a few weeks I shall close it and nobody else will be able to enter the challenge. That’s when the theme will be revealed and the choices make sense.

 

Have a look. What harm can it do?

Sep 12th

Stories for Homes 2 - update

By Debi

We have a launch date for the e-book anthology for SfH2: 28 September. The paperback will be launched in November. We can then start raising serious money for Shelter. SfH1 raised over £3000 and we're hoping to double that this time.

Please check out the website. There are tabs for the online anthology (free stories on the theme of home), real life stories, stories from the frontline (a series of articles by a professional who works with homeless people) and a news page, which will be regularly updated. https://storiesforhomes.wordpress.com/

There are many Cloudies among the authors and other supporters of the project and everyone can get involved by joining our Thunderclap if you're on FB, Twitter and/or Tumblr. If you join up, you're giving Thunderclap permission to send one tweet or post from your account on 28 Sept - e-book launch date - giving us the best chance to get the hashtag #SfH2 trending. It only takes a minute to sign up and is completely legit and safe to do. Please do join us and help us to make a difference.

https://www.thunderclap.it/projects/61633-stories-for-homes

Thanks!

 

 

Sep 12th

Adverbs (and adjectives)

By Catasshe

I'm currently engaged in a heated debate with my mother on the use of adverbs. Her comedic story is littered with 'firmly', 'gradually' and 'dangerouslies'... I'm trying to convince her that all these need to go, but she remains grimly (that's one of hers too...) unconvinced.

She argues that these words lend colour, while I argue that they are redundant, annoying, and lead to more telling end less showing. 

Is this 'no adverb' thing really a modern fashion? I have a feeling older novels may have used more of them. (Fielding, Austen and the like) 

Is it true adverbs are coming back into fashion in popular fiction?

I personally agree with Stephen King about them... how they're like dandelions. What are your views on adverbs (and adjectives) Cloudies?

Sep 9th

parlour tricks

By mike

This is for Jackie and is about ghosts and the theatre.  It is about a  play I saw last month. The chances of anybody seeing this play are slim, so I’ve tried a sort of  precis but teachers might be a bit more accurate.  I am reading all the way though the Father Brown  stories and many of these involve spiritualism and ghosts of a kind.  Chesterton seems to use the same ambiguity as Walter De La Mare.  The plots are  similar to a TV series called Jonathan Creek which is about someone who exposes events of a supernatural nature as parlour tricks.  But the theatre often uses the ambiguity of Walter De La Mare or Chesterton rather than tricks of a theatrical nature.  

   Last night I attended a production of ‘Follies’  This is a musical by Stephen Sondheim and it  is being staged at the ‘National Theatre.’  I can assure you I am not rich.  I had passed the theatre in the morning and there was one free seat at the back of the dress circle which was one of their day seats. If you wish to see this  production,  it will be a live screening at a cinema near you.  But ghosts often appear in theatrical productions - even in modern plays.  I remember a recent production of an early Arthur Miller play in which the author appears; inspecting his own youth.  Who is  - are - the ghosts?

    In ‘Follies’ , a  group  of aging theatrical troupers attend a party at a Broadway theatre that is to be demolished.  Their younger selves also attend the party.  I was at the top  of a very large theatrical space, and my view would not be the same as someone in the stalls, for whom the production might be more brightly coloured;  but their younger selves were portrayed in a way that is similar to  ghosts.  The ghosts view their older selves silently with what seems to be sadness.  The men wear the clothes of the thirties compared with the black dress suits of the modern party.  The women appear as the troupers - the singers and dancers of the ‘Follies- the farces of the Broadway of the thirties.   The two groups interact.  If there is a message in the play it would be to avoid theatrical  folk.

   But this blog is about a production at the Globe I saw about a month ago.  There seems to be no photographs of the production and there were only three performances, but that does not mean it will not be staged again.  ( ‘Mrs Orwell’ has moved from a pub theatre to another fringe theatre in South London and might well move around  England, and even abroad,

   The play at the Globe was ‘The Woman in the Moon’ by  John Lily who, according to the notes provided by the company, was the Oscar Wilde of the  Elizabethan age, though having seen the production and, taking into account the relationship between the theatre and the court, Noel Coward might be a more suitable comparison. John Lily ‘allegedly’ was a big influence on Shakespeare and, in particular, A Midsummer Night’s Dream’

    The play was staged in a small Jacobean theatre - The Sam Wanamaker theatre  - and there are plenty of images of this theatre on google.  The only prop is a round bed on which lay a body,  This prop is on the  stage when you entered the theatre.   I splashed out and got a pit seat which meant I was some dozen feet from the actors,  The term ‘shared space’ is used to describe these productions and the only light is provided by candles.  This is one of the smallest theaters in London.  All the seats are uncomfortable and church pews are a joy in comparison.  But there are compensations - brilliant accoustics to begin with.

   Mortals appear  and wish for a woman. They supplicate the  moon - nature.  Nature grants their wishes and appears in a costume which might have suggested Elizabeth !!  The body on the bed is the  Eve figure,  The company decided on a restrained birth and their is no suggestion of Frankenstein’s monster or biblical miracles with waving candles etc.  Nature merely breathes into the corpse.

   The mortals   wear Wellington boots, pullovers and shorts - to suggest yokels, I suppose. They are delighted with Eve, but who is to  have her?  The, planets are not amused.  Their authority has been usurped and a farce ensues in which Eve is given the temperaments of each of the planets - Mars etc.  Mayhem ensues. The mortals are dismayed and the planets amused.  But the play is consummately plotted and the cast spoke the lines clearly and slowly.

   The planets are portrayed in modern dress, with attributes according to their temperaments,  with a nod, I think, towards celebs.  They wear sunglasses and when they put these on, Eve takes on their respective temperaments.   Eve finally chooses folly as her temperament and a preference to be a mortal with mortal failings.

    I enjoyed the play but I can see it might be of minority interest.  I’ve written this from memory, but think I got the play roughly right.  From Jackie’s point of view, the play would be a party at which Gods attend,

   There are two film versions of ‘The Clash of the Titans’ and the early one portrays the Gods in a way that Ancient Greeks might understand whereas a later version is just special affects.

 

    

  

 

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