Last month, Lockerbie Writers set you a new writing challenge, and the response was overwhelming. I’m so thrilled to be able to share some of the best entries with you now, in no particular order – and my only disappointment is that I don’t have the space to share all of them!
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Challenge: Write a story (in 100 words of less) which is inspired by this photograph.
Wonder and Loss by Daniel Gillespie
Seeing a man chatting to his wife.
(He is telling her how much he loves and misses her and how he can’t wait to see her again).
Memories come to him in the breeze.
(Sobbing into his handkerchief she had got him as he remembers her, the wind cuts his face).
Reminiscing of days gone by.
(Remembering the first kiss, the proposal and the way she smelt).
He puts his hand on her shoulder and tells her he loves her.
(Resting his calloused hands on her grave and says “I will be back tomorrow and the next…”).
Grave by Richard Sharp
Here in the graveyard he thought about playing here as a boy. With friends playing hide and seek amongst the bumps other graves and the shadows of the elms. Catch below the shadow of the spire and marbles on the flat gravestones.
He remembered the story that the older boys had tried to frighten him with. “Fall asleep in a graveyard and you’ll stay there for ever.”
But now all he could think about was “It’s been two hundred years. It say so on my headstone above me. Can I have been asleep so long. When will someone wake me up?”
‘Much Missed’ Mary by Mark Morris
‘Much Missed’ Mary rolled over within her casket. “Is it just me or has it gone quiet?” she said.
“No, it’s like the grave out there.” ‘Beloved’ Brian laughed, his voice slurred and guttural. He’d been dead longer than most of the residents at Serenity Meadows – his jaw had fallen free from his skull a decade ago.
“Do you think we’ve been forgotten?” Mary continued, looking upward in the dark, trying not to imagine the earth pressing down.
“Of course not. Just ask them … after all, isn’t everyone who ever knew us both down here too …?”
Never Cross a Dead Man by Paula Nicolson
The woman knelt at her husband’s grave holding a forlorn bunch of daffodils. She showed no remorse when she regaled her tales of holiday romances, a newly purchased diamond ring and fur coats. But her laughter turned to screams when she saw a hand rise from the freshly tossed top soil; it grabbed her wrist and another, her ankle.
Only the dead were a witness to her demise as she was pulled sobbing and kicking to an untimely and suffocating embrace. Her disappearance became a local mystery, punctuated only by her fur coat and diamond ring found on his grave.
Hidden Treasure by Kath J. Rennie
They hunched together, as a pack of wolves, waiting for the demonstration to begin. Hopefully, mother would come through the universal veil and give the answer they sought after.
They knew she hadn’t been buried wearing ‘The million pound diamond necklace’. They had checked her over, two days before-hand, when in the chapel-of-rest.
They are chosen by Madam Cattrel, to receive a message.
“Remember, my loving step-daughters, where I used to keep my money? Down, inside my brassiere. Hahahahahaha…..I knew you would not dare, be so invasive. Revenge is sweet, darlings!”
A Life and Death Situation by Deborah Redden
Death, met Life online. It was a tentative acquaintance at first, but eventually things progressed and Death felt bold enough to ask Life out.
As far as Death was concerned, the date was a conundrum: On one finger, he adored Life, and on the other … he shuddered. ‘Why can’t you savour the moment?’ he’d said. ‘Take things as they come, what’s the rush?
He’d watched as she ate; Appetiser. Main. Appetiser. Main.
‘You know, Death,’ she hissed, her eyes smouldering, ‘you really are a bore! We’re over! Death smirked, all knowing. ‘But you’re mine, you know! Don’t you? We’re one.’
About the Writers
Daniel Gillespie is a young poet/writer from Dumfries. Inspired by his passion for outdoors and his loving family, he had various poems published in 2016 after only starting to write again late in 2014 on the day his son was born. Daniel founded D&G Poetry and self published Issue 1 in 2016 and has hosted 2 poetry readings, so far. He often publishes his own work on his blog: www.danielgillespiepoet.wordpress.com
Mark Morris is a mature born-again writer who discovered his Muse the second time around. In previous incarnations, he’s been a star student, a minor athlete and an obsessive hobbyist but he’s lately begun to find a modicum of writing ability and now specialises in writing flash fiction. He’s currently working on a handful of novels but is striving to limit this to no more than two or three at once. One of these is a Noir-styled dieselpunk thriller which he hopes will be snapped up by a literary agent next year and then immediately become a worldwide genre bestseller.
Paula Nicolson is a scientist by day, but a writer by night. She loves creating poetry and making up stories for her daughter, and finds her inspiration from the Dumfries and Galloway countryside, contemporary art and her eccentric family history. Paula hopes her stories and poetry will bring a smile to your face and fire the imagination of children. Paula also writes a blog on life in Dumfries and Galloway which can be found at: www.facebook.com/deckywriting
Deborah Redden is the proud mother of two young boys who inspire her everyday. For her, a day without writing/sketching is a rare commodity-ten minutes can always be snatched from somewhere. She has been interested in writing and illustration for as long as she can remember, and attributes a sizeable chunk of her passion in this area to the magical marriage that is, Roald Dahl and Quentin Blake.
Kath J. Rennie: After a visit to Lockerbie in 1984, Kath decided to move to the town, with her family, finding rural-life more in keeping with her love of nature, which inspired many pieces of published poetry. In 2015, Kath joined Lockerbie Writers’ group, where she was inspired to write short stories and continues to do so … She is a mother of three sons, a step-son and five granddaughters.
Richard Sharp has no ambitions whatsoever to be a writer but likes playing around with words and seeing what happens. An avid reader whose favourites range from Charles Dickens to Thomas Pynchon. He is an occasional angler and is desperately trying to learn how to play the piano after a lifetime wishing he could.