Bette Davis Would Leap by Irene Cornwell

Prompt: The Club | Word count: approx. 784 | Genre: Memoir

Warning: Sexual topic

     I actually believe the remarkable actress Bette Davis would have leapt at the opportunity to portray my mother during a plane trip from Seattle, Washington to Calgary, Alberta in 1972.

      A preamble would explain.

      Earlier in the morning, I  received a phone call from a doctor caring for my mother in a mental health facility.

      “I want you to hold off having any visit with your mother for a few days. We have given her a very strong medication which will cause her to relive the trauma in her life. I wouldn’t want you, even as an adult child, to hear. I hope you will cooperate.”

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The Club by Ashleigh Seton-Rogers

Prompt: The Club | Word count: 750 words | Genre:  Comedy

Astrid strolled slowly into the school.  It was dark out and the place was deserted.  She wasn’t sure what to expect.  And if it hadn’t been for the light up ahead, coming from one of the classrooms, she would have fled.

A Facebook message had started all this.  It had said something to the effect that she would ‘benefit greatly from this gathering’.  She had tried to look up the person “Glynis” who had sent the message, but their profile had been set to private and except for a pic of a cat as the profile pic, there hadn’t been much go on.  Nearing the door, she heard chatter and the scraping of chairs.

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A Table for Two by Hibah Shabkhez

Prompt: The Club | Word count: 793 words | Genre: Fiction

Once upon a time there was a lonely little cottage on the bleakest mountaintop in the whole world. Inside this cottage lived a lonely little wolf.  She always set the table for two and kept a freshly trimmed lamp in the window after sunset. But no one ever came to see her. This made her very sad.

“I wish I had other wolves to talk to,” she often sighed to herself. “There’s old Mrs. Tabletop and Grandpa Oakendoor and dear little Juniper over there, but it’s just not the same thing, is it?”

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The Club by Cinthia Albers

Prompt: The Club | Word count: 750 | Genre: Mainstream

I walked thru the doors and immediately the throb of the music and the flashing colored lights overwhelmed me. This was not where I wanted to be. I hadn’t been out in forever and it was my friend Heather’s birthday and she had begged. My eyes got used to the dark and I began searching the crowd. Everyone seemed so young. The girls wore skimpy dresses, long lashes, colored hair. The men were attractive, casually dressed watching the girls.

I had been like they had, 20 years earlier. A Meat Market we had called it. We would doll up and go to the club hoping to find the best-looking man that would fall madly in love with us. At very least we would have a fun evening, maybe get laid and go back the next weekend.
I spotted Heather at last, a table of youth against a back wall. I counted 8, two guys, the rest girls.

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Lonely, Not Alone by Debbie Gravett

Prompt: The Club | Word count: 750 words | Genre:  Drama

“Sorry Kim, I won’t be able to meet for coffee. I’ve got to… um, help the kids with their work. Thanks for calling. Bye.”

I lowered my nose to my armpit and took a sniff. Whoa! I should remember to keep deodorant in my bag or better yet shower more often.

“Why do we have to go to the shop again?” complained my thirteen-year-old from the passenger seat, as I quickly hid the chocolate and chip wrappers from my binge the day before. “We go every day.”

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The Club by Sarah Muzaffar

Prompt: The Club | Word count: 768 words | Genre:  Women Fiction

”Irena, would you like to share something with us” I asked the girl who looked ten years older than her age. She hesitated, but with a little encouragement from others, she was ready to open up today. She shifted a little in her chair to finally speak after a week long of silent attendance.”

“It was a long time ago” she began as a dozen curious eyes closed in on her. She looked at her audience, empathetic faces listening intently to her.”

“It started soon after my high school boyfriend broke up with me, after 10 years of togetherness. We were meant to be, or so I thought, a happily-ever-after kinda crap. I could not bear the separation and the pain came with it. The day he got married to my best friend, just a month after our breakup, pushed me over the fence. People suck! You never know who and what lies behind a face.”

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Band of Girls by José Enrique

Prompt: The Club | Word count: 750 words | Genre: Drama

There was a small town in the plains of far western region of Nepal where there were mostly women and their children. Except for the rich landlords, traders and teachers, almost all men immigrated to India, to do anything they find for themselves and their families. Radha, 15, lived her mother in the outskirts of the town in a makeshift hut on a barren field. Generations of her grandfather and great-grandfathers had all lived, worked and died in the fields that belonged to a landlord. Even her father used to work in the same fields in his teenage days. The weather has been drier and drier every passing year, continuously for a decade or so. The lush green paddy fields were all slowly and surely turning sandy grey and whatever fertile land was remaining, the big tractors were ploughing them. Like everyone else, her father too left the village for better future in India. It has been more than 5 years, no one has heard anything about him. Her mother has been struggling to meet the ends for Radha and herself, running relentlessly from one chore to other at different landlords and traders. It was only since last year when Radha started working in a nearby hotel, she had a little respite. There was, however, no any happiness as the mother was bed ridden, looked tired and coughed incessantly. She refused to go for a medical check-up and little could Radha do about it. Radha used to go to nearby secondary school but ever since her mother’s discovery of her illness, she quitted her school to support her mother. Despite all adversities, she was a good student and dreamt of becoming a doctor, but now her dream looked even more distant.

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The Club by Robt o’Rourke

Prompt: The Club | Word count: 750 words exactly | Genre: 

She traced a heart on his naked back.

He purred ‘mmmm, I like that. But you have to be careful. You don’t want to fire up that ol’ love machine again.’

She giggled. ‘I know it has been a while. I am sorry, so so sorry. I just haven’t been feeling well lately. I think I may be coming down with something. ‘

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The Club by Amber Cole

Prompt: The Club | Word count: 750 | Genre: Fiction (Romance-ish)

It wasn’t easy living in a world ran by red. Branded by a suit of my own, it was blatant I didn’t belong in the sea of hearts and diamonds. I’d always dreamed to be better, to make a name somewhere I would matter. I never, however, planned to fall in love.

My heart raced as I sifted through the crowded ball room. Sweat collected behind my mask, formed by both anxiety and the summer heat. A deep drone of chiming clocks filled the air at exactly 8 o’clock, the official time on the invitation. Spotlights illuminated an unmasked man, red heart prominent on his left cheek. He cleared his throat and boomed over the sudden silence.

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Not How I Planned It by Duane Allicock

Prompt: The Club | Word count: 765 | Genre: Humor

He sauntered into the club, swag turned up to 11, in all black from the fedora and suit, down to his alligator boots,  looking for something pretty to take home for the night.

It was the night before the holiday on ‘The Avenue’, Jeremy’s first night out after attending the last seminar from his ‘pick-up’ artist training. At 26, never having had a girlfriend, much less sex, Jeremy was anxious and determined to make up for lost time. He had big plans to test what he’d been taught and bag a bird tonight. First things first; scope the room and rank his prospects.

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