Silverlink Writing Group: The Writers

 

Ann Will


Here are some examples of my work:

Page last up dated 3 August 2010

 

 

Silverlink Writing Group Competition August 2010:- 500 words starting with:- Once upon a time in a far off land, a book fell off the shelf when no one was near it. The pages flipped over, stopping at almost the centre of the book. Those in the room turned to look and stare.

This had happened before and it was not a good sign.

Blundell flung the door open and strode into the room. Those in his way parted, he stood over the book. Looking down he rubbed his chin and raise an eyebrow.

“I knew this was going to happen. I knew HE would come back from the grave.”

“Sir? What are you talking about, who are you talking about?” asked young Abby as she stood beside her mentor.

Word Count = 496

JOINT WINNER

STORY D:

LEGACY

 

Once upon a time in a far off land, a book fell off the shelf when no one was near it.  The pages flipped over, stopping at almost the centre of the book.  Those in the room turned to look and stare.

This had happened before and it was not a good sign.

Blundell flung the door open and strode into the room.  Those in his way parted, he stood over the book.  Looking down he rubbed his chin and raise an eyebrow.

“I knew this was going to happen.  I knew HE would come back from the grave.”

“Sir?  What are you talking about, who are you talking about?”  asked young Abby as she stood beside her mentor.


“Laramar my old master and the greatest of all Black robe wizards,” said Blundell now head of the Black Robe Wizards.  “Get about your duties quickly.  I’ve much to do.  I must talk to the Council of Wizards.”  Abby scuttled hurriedly out of his way. 

Messages despatched, Blundell snatched up the book and slammed it shut.  Putting a complex spell of warding on the book he found a black velvet bag and stuffed the book inside tying the bag securely.  He put another spell on the bag.  He couldn’t be too careful.  Even in death Laramar was still powerful.  Blundell bore ever running sores on his abdomen after his last fight with Laramar.

Black, red and white robed wizards walked the paths of magic to their conclave.  The Guardians waited to escort them through the traps to keep unwary visitors out.  Blundell held tight to his bag muttering to himself, you’ll not escape this time.

The atmosphere crackled like static electricity as the wizards discussed what to do about Laramar.  Red and White robes both said Laramar wasn’t their problem.  He was a black robe wizard and always would be. 

Blundell said, “If he escapes he’s a problem for all of us.  No-one will be safe after what was done to him.  He’s still the most powerful wizard that ever lived.  I say again, what can we do about him?”
Discussion swirled round and round for a long time.  Blundell snapped his fingers and the room fell silent.  “We need to sort this now.”

A tremendous crack split the room and the wizards found themselves in a vortex spinning and whirling around.  Their hastily cast spells didn’t help them.  They landed with a bump in a room instantly recognisable as Laramar’s study.  His image shimmered before them an all powerful menacing air emanating from it. 

“You thought to exile me here but I’ll never be gone.  I know all its secrets,” he roared papers and books flying around the room straight for the wizards.

The black, red and white robe wizards acted as one.  The black robes casting the most powerful warding spell they knew the red and white robes supporting magically.

Laramar fought back.  The battle raged, neither side gaining ground until a tinkling bell sounded.   Laramar stood before them properly formed.  His minions had gathered their strengths and supported him.  He prepared to cast a final spell to send the wizards into oblivion.

Blundell stepped forward to interrupt the spell.  “Laramar, your fight is with me, no-one else.” He said.

No, it’s with all of you, snarled Laramar as he zapped Blundell with a powerful spell sending him crashing against the wall.  Black, red and white robe wizards cast one final powerful spell, furniture overturned and broke and Laramar became a heap of ash.

A spell whizzed Laramar’s ashes into a confinement jar.  Blundell scooped up jar and book then looked round.  A scene of carnage greeted him.   He was the only survivor.

 

 

 

Silverlink Writing Group Competition August 2009:- 500 words starting with:- The heat haze shimmered above the road, it hadn't rained in weeks...

Word Count = 445

Wrong turning?
 

The heat haze shimmered above the road, it hadn’t rained in weeks and Dave a Dental Supplies salesman was roasting alive inside his stuffy car.  The air conditioning unit had broken down three miles from town.

Spying a garage Dave pulled in and went to see the mechanic.  He tutted over the broken air conditioning unit then said perhaps they could get it going for next day.  Disappointed Dave left his car with them and went off to find a hotel and then a restaurant for some food.
After the heat outside was blissfully cool.  Shown to a table his first order was a long cool beer then a steak with salad, an attempt to be healthy.  He ate slowly savouring his steak.    About to leave he spied the town’s dentist just arriving.   Dave waved him over intent on saving time but John Dawson the dentist said, “you’ll have to wait till I’m in the office I’m meeting someone."

Disappointed Dave signalled for the bill, paid it and went to his hotel room.    He spent the next half hour re-arranging appointments for tomorrow.  Walking to his appointment with John Dawson his clothes stuck to him in the heat.  Successfully concluding his business Dave went back to his hotel for a shower and a change of clothes.  The heat was becoming ever more oppressive.
Appearing at the garage next morning he was relieved to find that they’d managed to repair his car.  He paid the bill and went for a fortifying coffee to see him on his way.  As he walked to the coffee shop he began to feel uneasy.  He didn’t know why the feeling was just there.  Downing his coffee quicker than he meant to he set off to his next call.  Driving out of town he looked in his rear view mirror he saw a shadow hover over the town.  What was it?  He’d never seen anything like it black as pitch and rolling over and over the town.  Torrential rain started drumming on the roof of the car.
Sacred now Dave gunned the car engine into life trying to outrun the storm.  His last thought was, I should have gone back to town.  There was a mighty crash and a falling tree crushed his car.  The storm raged for two more days washing away phone lines and roads.

Dave’s car was found a day after the storm ended with him dead at the wheel.  Local services removed the body to the mortuary and the wreck to the garage.  Relatives were informed.
This was not the outcome Dave had expected when he set out on this last trip of his.

 

 

Silverlink Writing Group Competition August 2008:- 500 words starting with:-  The lights went out?
word count =100 (excluding title)

Certificate of Merit of the Silverlink Writing Group

Competition August 2008

Hopes Dashed


The lights went out slowly for thirteen-year-old Jenny lying on the operating table.  She?d seen the bright light over her head before the anaesthetic worked.  A squint in her right eye made her look cross-eyed.  She?d had measles when she was six. After numerous tests and exercises her eye muscles were to be straightened and tightened.  Jenny was told she wouldn't need to wear glasses any more, ever!

Came round, the doctor, a smiling faced assassin of hope, said sorry, bad news, you'll need to wear glasses for the rest of your life.  Tears of disappointment splashed down Jenny's face.

 

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