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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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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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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War by Brittany Meyer

Prompt: The Club | Word Count: 750 | Genre: Fiction

My son, as you head off to war, know that I understand your mind’s troubled thoughts. When you were a mere light in your mother’s eyes, I went off to war, much as you are now. The players are different, of course, but the situation remains the same. There is fighting to be done, and you have been chosen or have chosen to engage in it.

I do not have much advice for you, but what I have learned, I have given to you. Learn these rules, for they may keep you alive.

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That day at the club by Riham Gharib

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

It gets lonely sometimes .. They keep saying we love this club!, and yet, no one ever bothers to reach out to me, to touch me, talk to me, say hi, say bye, really look and and see me. Am I asking for too much? I see you and I hear you and I stand witness to your moments of happiness and despair. All I ask for in return is a little bit of attention. And it really is out my affection for you. Maybe also out of boredom, or loneliness, for when has a place ever been able to take off and go visit another place?

There was a day, I do not know when of course, there’s no ‘when’ for me, my time is not crashed and divided into nerve wracking hours and minutes and seconds. But come to think of it, maybe there’s merit for doing that, it gives one something to do, when all else has been repeated till the sad has turned into funny, and the impressive mundane. The simple act of counting can take one’s mind off things.

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Gada – The Club by Anusuya Kashi

Prompt: The Club | Word count: 750 words exactly | Genre: Slice of Life

Ravi ambled along the pathway that led up to the door of his new house. He still couldn’t bring himself to think of it as ‘home.’ Home meant a place where he had stayed with his parents. But Ma and Baba were no more – they had been killed in a horrible road accident. Chachu, Baba’s younger brother, had brought Ravi to this house to be cared for by Dadi.

Old she may be, his grandmother, but Dadi had a sharp eye. Which is why Ravi pulled down the sleeves of his shirt to cover the bruise that was building on his left upper arm. That big bully in class had cornered Ravi in the playground, grabbing him, trying to have some cheap fun at the new kid’s expense. Thank God the school was closed for the next week, so he wouldn’t have to face the brute very soon, thought Ravi.

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Not Yet Jade, Sorry by Daniel Casey

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

Drifting through the void, faced on all sides with a starry expanse. There was nothing left here. If there were, he’d know it. Sensors be damned, he’d been flying mop-up on this damned frontier for cycles now, and his sensors were only right half the time about where they Tessera were going to appear.

He glanced at his readouts once more. Nothing.

It felt wrong. He looked up, there was something wrong, there had to be something the sensors were missing.

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The Young Ladies’ Club for Sexual Advancement by Moira le Roux

Prompt: The club | Word count:  750 words | Genre: Memoir

When my sister Cathy, our neighbour Brigette, and I were about eleven years old we had a huge problem. We had the first inklings of sex, but no idea what it was. We could not ask our friends as the only thing worse than not knowing anything, was your peers finding out you didn’t know. We formed a club behind the garage.

Cathy built the clubhouse out of branches and leaves while I thought up the password. Brigette brought the jelly powder. We each had things to do to add to our general sexual knowledge. Brigette was to listen in on her older brothers, and memorise what they said, and bring it back to us. Cathy and I, while the babysitter studied in the lounge, would sit in the study and phone random numbers. If a man answered we would tell him we were authors writing a book on dirty jokes, and did he have one to add to our collection. Over the weeks we built up a good selection of jokes.

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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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