Honoured for this on the last #WriteCBC, especially with one that was very personal. It’s been so much fun, have connected with some wonderful people and hope the community continues even when the monthly competition doesn’t ❤️
Thank you ❤️
Thank you. Unfortunately lived it not too long ago so this one came from the heart.
The house smells like disinfectant. Every trace of my Dad boxed, sold, gone. One last look, and I can almost see his shadow like he’s there, just out of sight. I place the keys into the estate agent’s hand. He thinks I’m handing over a property. I’m handing over the last place Dad existed. #WriteCBC
Silent Night and Stille Nacht met over No Man’s Land. We’d be shot if we acknowledged the lives, loves, and dreams of the men we shared chocolate and football with, or apologised for the bullets to come tomorrow.
“Merry Christmas, Hans.”
“Frohe Weihnachten, John.”
That would have to do. #WriteCBC
For the past 16 months, I’ve been working on a novel that explores different kinds of grief, societal expectations (particularly of women), and the challenges of love after loss. It’s set mostly in the Lake District.
Next week, I should be finishing the first draft whilst in the place it’s set 😊
The hotel lobby had been so normal, I was surprised by the large portraits of angry faces around my room. I fell into a restless sleep, disturbed by the hateful gazes of the paintings.
Dawn came, sunlight streaming through the windows that surrounded the room. No paintings, only glass… #WriteCBC
Thank you for the shout out @cbcreative.bsky.social! Fun prompt this month and as ever loved reading through how creative people can be with 300 characters! Looking forward to next month.
<3 thank you!
In the back cover of the book, a faded promise outlived the hand that had wrote it. His handwriting was soft and blurred now. Words of love, whispered in ink, drowned by the scream of war. The man she married slept beside her, never aware of the inky ghost of the boy who hadn’t come home. #WriteCBC
Thank you! Really strong entries this month, it was fun to read them all.
Thank you for the shout-out, @cbcreative.bsky.social! My entry has got me thinking about a full length project that I’m excited to finish work today to be able to start planning on.
I love reading everyone’s entries for #WriteCBC, looking forward to next month!
She lingers by the telegrams in the war exhibit. Tiny paper bombs, each creased square once splitting a life in half. His is still in her drawer, unopened, yellowed at the edges. She reads the others like scripture, searching strangers’ grief for words she couldn’t bear to read about him. #WriteCBC
“I’m you,” he said. “20 years from now.”
I laughed, one hand holding the door. “Very funny. Steve put you up to this?”
He pulled up his sleeve. The scar. *My* scar. I looked at it, then
at my own. Impossible.
“I remember what you’re planning…and how it ends. Let’s not do it again.” #WriteCBC
Her grandson had almost finished the puzzle. She studied 5-down. “Double cipher, not a clue.”
He laughed, confused. She just smiled. She hadn’t meant to say it out loud. 70 years, and the habits still stuck. They’d trained her to spot patterns, but when the war was over, not how to stop. #WriteCBC
