It was Thursday evening. The local Writing Club was holding its weekly meeting in Alfie’s Coffee shop.
Matt, the Club leader, cleared his throat and waited for everyone to stop talking. He took the chance to survey the Writing Club members huddled around the large oak table.
Moira, the romance fiction writer, was deep in conversation with Richard, the military fiction writer.
Darcy, the chicklit writer, was busy telling Tina, the thriller writer, all about her latest dating exploits.
Karl the comedy writer was sat looking uncomfortable whilst Stacey, the paranormal horror writer, was explaining her latest plot twist to him.
Matt cleared his throat again and everyone stopped talking to look in his direction.
“Hello writers” said Matt giving everyone his best smile. “Hope everyone has a good week?”
Everyone nodded before returning to their conversations or sipping their hot drinks.
“Right then, let’s do some work in progress updates” said Matt.
Richard and Moira raised their hands first.
“Grimes, my Second World War fighter pilot character, has recovered from his injuries and is back to full flying duties.” said Richard, stroking his grey beard.
“That’s a quick recovery Richard” remarked Karl.
“This is Grimes we are talking about” said Richard with a serious tone to his voice.
“Oh yes sorry I forgot” said Karl making Stacey smile.
Moira spoke next “I managed 230 words last night” she said quietly. “Bob, my husband, wanted a game of Charades but I refused and spent the evening alone with my characters.” A blush started to blossom on her cheeks.
“With all your characters or just one in particular Moira?” teased Karl raising his dark eyebrows at her.
Moira giggled. “I can’t help it if there is one male character who demands a lot of my attention” she said.
Matt looked at Darcy who was next to give an update.
“I am still doing novel research on Tinder” said Darcy fiddling with a lock of her long brown hair and avoiding anyone’s gaze.
“I bet!” said Tina. “Are you taking notes during these dates?”
Darcy sighed loudly before saying “good novels require a lot of research. Last night’s date with the policeman was very interesting.”
“If you want to do some date research on me Darcy, I am all yours” said Karl giving her a cheeky wink.
“Tina, do we have your update?” asked Matt.
“No update as I have been really busy” said Tina, folding her arms and sinking into her seat.
“On Twitter and Facebook you mean” giggled Darcy giving her friend a playful nudge.
“And Pinterest” said Moira giving Tina a wry smile.
“I don’t understand Pinterest’ moaned Richard. “I have checked to see whether Mission Control, the wife, understands it and she doesn’t get it either!” he exclaimed.
“Its so easy and so much fun” cried Tina looking at Richard. “I am constantly pinning stuff” she said excitedly.
“And that’s why there is no writing update from Tina” joked Karl grinning at Tina.
“Karl” said Matt. “Any update from your comedy blog world?”
“I have been busy writing comedy blog posts which no one finds funny” said Karl, stirring his drink.
“Nightmare!” sighed Stacey.
“Yes it is” said Karl giving everyone a glum look. He lowered his mop of black hair and stared into his swirling coffee. “I have been wondering whether I should write something else” he mumbled.
“You should write zombie apocalyptic horror, I love writing that stuff” said Stacey, her sea blue eyes twinkling with excitement. Everyone around the table sat quietly for a moment and stared at Stacey.
“Hmmmmm comedy to zombie apocalyptic horror” said Karl, making the other club members smile. “Bit of a creative leap don’t you think?”
“Stacey what is your update?” asked Matt.
“I have brought along my latest paranormal horror short story, can I read it out?” asked Stacey clutching her floral notepad.
“Is it going to make me feel unsettled?” asked Richard whilst doing up his cardigan and adjusting his bow tie.
Stacey glared at him.
Matt gave her the nod. She started to read out her paranormal horror short story titled “Spirit of Death”
When she had finished everyone sat in silence with wide eyes and open mouths. For a while no one spoke and Alfie, the coffee shop owner, shook his head in disapproval behind the counter.
Moira dabbed her forehead with a hankie, Karl shifted uncomfortably in his seat and Richard started muttering something to himself about his weak gut.
“Well Stacey, that was…erm…erm…very different” said Matt. He often wondered where this sweet looking girl with her complicated floral skirts, billowy white blouses and long blonde hair, neatly pinned up, got her graphic and violent ideas from.
“I didn’t get it” piped up Richard causing Stacey to roll her eyes and sigh loudly.
“Why couldn’t your main character just talk to the headless man who kept trying to kill her?” asked Richard.
“OMG Richard, he was a GHOST” sighed Stacey.
“And headless” piped up Karl trying to look serious.
“Right then” said Matt, “my update is that I have finished my first draft”
Everyone gave him a round of applause and he did a mock bow which made Moira smile.
The door to the cafe opened and in walked a tall, young woman with long auburn hair and a red notebook, tucked neatly under her arm.
She came over to Matt. “Is this the Writing Club?” she asked with a posh accent.
“Yes it is, do you want to join us?” asked Matt rising from his seat to greet her.
“Thanks, I am Suzie” said the woman glancing at the other club members.
“I am writing a best seller so I won’t be here very long” she said.
Everyone groaned and Karl piped up “we all said that when we first joined, you’ll get over it!”
Suzie scowled and looked away.
There might be more of this next week. I quite like the characters and I like the idea of writing about other writers.
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