Farmer Liberté’s potatoes by Tricia Ever

Prompt: The club | Word count: 750 | Genre: (Historical) Fiction

“This day, it is hot enough to melt your wife’s heart, Guillaume,” complained Auguste, wiping his forehead with a bandana from his pocket. His blond hair was darkened with sweat, his fair face flushed red by exertion and heat.

“Bah! My wife, she always runs warm, she. More than you could handle, Auguste!” protested his friend. “More than is good for her,” he muttered under his breath.

“Your wife is a fine looking woman, Guillaume. Many men in the village envy you. I include myself there.”

“You would all do better to tend to your own wives,” growled Guillaume, his dark whiskers practically bristling. “No good comes of poaching from another man, you will learn that, I promise you.”

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The Club by Zita Fogarty

Prompt: The Club | Word count: 750 | Genre: Adult Fiction

What is this – some kind of club?

Dad caught me, Dawson and Doherty behind the garage smoking a joint. He looked like he could kick someone he was so pissed off.

But I couldn’t stop giggling. All of a sudden that tough guy demeanor of his that usually made my armpits moist seemed ludicrous.

The other two bolted over the back fence. Dad stormed back to the sunroom where he had been watching the cricket.

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Secret Desires by Rachel Dye

Prompt: The Club | Word Count: 750 | Genre: General Fiction | Warning: Deals with adult themes and consenting sexual content Sweat slid down Mike’s neck, and he adjusted his position. His hand still held the car door handle, yet his erection already begged for release. A…

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Counsellor, Heal Thyself by Kathy Gates

Prompt: Coming Undone | Word count: 1200 | Genre: Women’s Contemporary

Laura covered the pages of her notepad with doodles.

Rod clicked his fingers in front of her face. ‘What did I just say?’

‘I’m sorry?’ She blinked.

‘Bloody waste of time. You’re about as much use as a—’ The door slammed.

Wonder if his wife will turn up for her session?

She stood at the window and stared at nothing. What’ll I do with the rest of the day? Can’t go home yet…

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The Almond Tree by Zita Fogarty

Prompt: Conversation with my spouse | Word count: 1200 | Genre: Adult Fiction

I looked for Jessie for over half an hour – bathroom, bedroom and front verandah, to see if he wanted some of the flapjacks I had just made. I got side-tracked watching a recording of the Oscars with Martin. The three of us were still on school and uni holidays, Mum and Dad at work.

He hung himself from the almond tree during the time that I had been looking. I found him there, still warm, swinging like a pendulum, the branch creaking in time with each movement. Though when we got him down he started to get cold very quickly. I tried CPR on him until the paramedics arrived but it was no use.

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New Life by Komal

Prompt: New Life |  Word count: 1000 | Genre: Fiction

Mira and Ashish entered Café Hideout, a restaurant they frequently visited after work. It was almost closing time but they weren’t worried. They had a regular table.

“So, Mrs Verma, how have you been?” Ashish said teasingly, once they settled.

“Oh, it’s been a busy week Mr Verma. How have you been?” said Mira with a grin, playing along. Both had hectic schedules this week and despite staying under the same roof, they hardly had any time to talk to each other.

Catching up on the week that was, she gulped down her glass of water and asked for some more. It’s been quite hot since past few days and a glass of water couldn’t stand a chance to quench your thirst completely.

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Vincent by Arthur Hall

Prompt: Going Home | Word count: 500 exactly | Genre: Monologue

Hi, I’m Vincent. My life has been full of acting. Not on stage but doing action-based activities, using nimble footwork, like surviving English schooling or agitating for change at university. Teaching against the flow; helping learners to grow but not teaching them to follow. Facing the challenge of building and staffing a training center in the Sahara desert. Playing ball sports but not so well. Holding forth in cafes, pubs and park benches. Broadening my knowledge with reading, listening, watching and from time to time, participating. Recording precious, comic or tragic moments in notebooks or sometimes on film or in sketches. Marveling at David Frost, ‘The Life of Brian’, the lyrics of Bob Dylan and the absurdities of so many colorful politicians. Regularly fulfilling work’s contracts to the letter and to the best of my ability and energy.

Much of that is over now. I am busy drawing a line in the sand. I no longer want to be a hard-working employee or a faithful servant of mother state; a homo economicus. A husband I will remain, but not especially good or over thoughtful; less uxorious. The whole grandpa package you can forget.

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I want to go home by Ashleigh Seton-Rogers

Prompt: Going Home | Word count: 500  | Genre: Black Comedy

Emily opened her eyes.  Everything was too bright. Blinking hard, her eyes settled on a fully laid out table in front of her.

Where was she? Her mind drew a blank.

“At last she wakes,” quipped a voice behind her.

Emily tried to crane her head in the direction of the voice, but it was no use.

“I’ve prepared you a sumptuous meal which I’m sure you’re going to love, chef.”

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It’s Time by Annalie Kleinloog

Prompt : Going Home     Word count : 500     Genre : Drama/Memoir

“I’m going home” I say, slightly irritated with the young woman standing in my way.
“Look at the time already.”

She says something, then calls back into the house. I see the gap and slip out. I wish I knew why I fumble so much these days? Just then the padlock bolts the gate shut. There. That will sort them out. I smile.

Suddenly I feel lost. Everything looks different.
But it is time.
I have to go.
I pretend I don’t hear them calling after me.
I don’t understand them most of the time anyway.
I wonder if they are from another country?

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