March showcase

A bit late. March’s theme was pirates or robbers

Pirates by Vivien

Stronger than they look, the waves endlessly move their shimmering peaks as if to trick one’s eyes.  Only a few inches high, yet they hold and caress our carnivorous vessel.  The trade winds fill our salty yellow sails propelling us towards our destiny.  Expertly set, the weathered fabric hardly flutters as every part of the breeze is captured.  We cut through the water, like a knife through belly flesh.  Our nineteen-strong crew, buoyed by the recent feast of swine, perch with weapons glinting in the sunlight.  They watch the victim ship floundering ahead, awaiting the slaughter.  This should be easy.

Robbery by Phil

Anastasia settled into her favourite corner of the sofa, watching the saucer through cold blue eyes. She had the ten-bedroom country house to herself, and the drawing room was warm from the log fire burning in the grate. As fat as a toad and ten times the size, with long, thick hair, she rested her snub nose on her paws. Well-fed from the Earl’s kitchen, the cream was an unnecessary treat. Sleepy from lack of exercise, Anastasia soon dozed off. 

Alert, the mouse turned from her brood to the escape hole, sniffing the air and listening for the slightest sound of activity.She knew that for all its apparent torpor, the cat would rip her apart, if it saw her. Checking her babies were still, the mouse dragged the cotton wool out onto the polished floor towards the cream, her heart beating at over six hundred beats per minute. Watching Anastasia, she dragged the cotton wool into the saucer, allowing it to soak up its precious load, before returning to her den. Six more times she made the perilous journey.

Awake, Anastasia knew immediately about the robbery and its perpetrator. Furious, she vowed terrible retribution, then went back to sleep.

Pirates by Carolina

“Who’s got my leg?” bellowed the first mate.
Blasted parrot! I thought. The parrot was always trying to fly off with the leg. It was clever enough to avoid being plucked and roasted.
Sighing, I toppled out of my hammock and made my way on deck.
The parrot was perched on the ship’s wheel. It cocked its head and I noticed the leg on the deck.
I edged towards the wheel. The parrot squawked and flapped its wings.
I searched my pockets and found a coin, which I put down. The parrot flew over and I grabbed the leg.

Pirates by Shirley

The vast ocean stretched its glittery waves all around the ship to the far distant horizon, no speck of land visible to the despairing sailors, uncaring wind heaving the decks this way and that, ‘til a sudden yell from the crow’s nest caused a stir amongst the crew. The captain’s telescope peered in the direction pointed out, as thoughts of ‘friend or foe’ spread throughout the ship.

“What flag is it, cap’n?” shouted the bosun. “Are we doomed or are we rescued?”

“It’s turning away from us, maybe it’s spotted our flag,” said the captain, as his black flag flapped in the wind.


Six word stories

This month’s task was to write a six word story on cake.

• Cut the cake, eat more salads.
• More champagne, one cake, two forks.
• The cake: cocaine. Bring ’em in
• Happiness is a piece of cake
• Window glass, cakes inside, money spent
• What? Jamaica Ginger? No, sponge cake

• Scone.The fastest cake in Scotland.
• Who ate all the cakes. Me.
• Fruit cake. Is it current? Discuss.
• Mr Kipling, will you marry me?
• Cake. Loved by lips and hips.
• Cake. Insert into mouth for pleasure.
• Weight watchers cake – prepare for disappointment.
• Eat muffins. Wear them for life.
• Eat cake. Get fat. Die happy.
• Cake. Provider of diabetes and obesity.

• Last icing swirl wrong. Start again.
• One nut in the mix? Sorry!

• The guests departed, the cake uncut.

• Cake shop on fire fireman munching.
• Mud caked hand rises from the dirt.
• Cupcake shared, one dead, one alive.

• Kirsty’s cake crumbled under close scrutiny.

• Birthday cake. Marriage cake. Death cake.

• All day baking. All night crying.

• She baked. We ate; survived. Barely.
• She chose sponge. He’d wanted fruit.





A year in review

A year ago we celebrated the launch of our anthology of short stories about or set in Windsor, Windsor Tales. It was a great achievement for us.

Since then we’ve welcomed some new members who have been great additions to the group and brought a new fresh outlook into the group.

We’ve found a new venue which is perfect. The Hope Pub, on Alma Road, has a big room called the library which is perfect for us writers and book lovers.

We’ve had a few guest speakers, Essie Fox, Tessa Harris, and David Bullock. All local author who we’ve enjoyed learning from and hearing their stories.

Now we look to future meetings and are always welcoming new members.



Author Panel Event

The author panel was a great success on Thursday night as part of the Windsor Festival.

Jonathan was joined by Julie Cohen, Tessa Harris, Essie Fox, and Oliver Tidy.

This event recalls our founding, back in 2013. There was an author panel which Julie and Essie were also part of and someone asked if there was a local writing group and thus Windsor Writers was born.


It’s behind you!

Creating tension & suspense in fiction, a workshop by author Tessa Harris. 

Tessa joined our group this month to teach us about her techniques for creating suspense.  A big thanks to Tessa, I’m sure we’ll all be using suspense in some for in our work in future. 

Tessa Harris is the author of 7 historical suspense novels, her most recent published this year is The Sixth Victim which is about Jack the Ripper. 


Windsor Tales book launch

We launched our book at an event on Thursday evening and it was a great success. The Firestation was an excellent venue.
 Our books were flying off the table.


Some of us read out parts of the stories.


And there was art on display from the But Is It Art? group.

Big thank you from the whole group to everyone who showed their support.

And if you missed the event, there are books available for purchase online

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