Category Archives: CWG
The gun crew of SMS Nürnberg were relaxing, Franz was ignoring their idle banter using the moment’s respite to write in his journal: St Quentin Bay, November 24, 1914. Having finished coaling we are ready to round the Horn. The admiral has told the squadron that he would not make light of their situation, with the navies of the world allied against them a difficult task lay ahead. He and the captains would use their best endeavours to lead them safely home, if not for Christmas then the new year… . Read more of this post
Cryogenic Science Ltd was the UK subsidiary of DeepSleep Inc located in the USA and the only privately owned cryogenic facility in the UK. When DeepSleep filed for Chapter 11 bankruptcy the financial collapse of Cryogenic Science was inevitable, CS Ltd was put into administration with the subsequent investigations revealing massive financial and technical mismanagement within the company. No members of CS Ltd’s board of directors were arrested and despite the obvious malfeasance that occurred, the former Chief Executive Officer and his Head of Research at CS were both allowed to returned unhindered to the USA. The government funded the restructuring of the company and incorporated it into the Ministry of Life Enhancement, otherwise known as MOLE, replacing the former CEO with a government appointee who immediately ordered that an attempted resuscitation was to be made of all the bodies and brains cryogenically frozen at CS under the directions his new Head of Research Dr Bethany Volcker. Read more of this post
I’m not sure how to regard the lack of entries this month but although conscious that all things have a life cycle I would regret the demise of this group. I frequently use the word disparate when referring to it, which I think it apt and a good reason for belonging to the group. We are not all the same, either in the perceived quality of our writing or in the subjects we choose to write about in response to a theme. When I joined the group I felt that I should offer a critique of the stories and so I did some research on critiquing. Read more of this post
Sir James Faulkner QC regarded juries with disdain, thinking the uneducated hoi-palloi who now sat on them as being incapable of grasping the finer points of common law and particularly those involving finance and economics. Nevertheless, he had just delivered what he considered to be a flawless case for the prosecution. His innate hubris convincing him that the lucid presentation and eloquence of his delivery must surely have convinced even the simplest mind on the jury of the defendant’s guilt. Sitting down he brushed the front of his gown, a preening habit he had developed since taking the silk, smiling self assuredly whilst nodding to The Honourable Mr Justice Pettigrew, confident that he had impressed the judge. In his own mind at least, the outcome of the trial in his favour was assured.
Aware that the jury shared his ennui after having endured such a marathon delivery Mr Justice Pettigrew looked at the pocket watch that he always placed on the bench before him, relieved that it indicated a suitable time for him to call an adjournment until the following morning.
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This morning may not have been déjà vu exactly, rather a replay of a bad experience with coffee machines. Having discovered that my consumption of strong black coffee is not good for me, I decided to confine myself to one or perhaps two cups a day and put away my cafetière. No not a café owner that’s a cafetier as in cafeteria and not to be confused with cafetière (to the French, the Islington set and me, L’accent grave et l’accent aigu are important). This reminds me of one of my favourite German anecdotes about a colleague who confused Taube, the German for pigeon, with Traube which is German for grape, and asked a neighbour if he had lost a grape as an injured one had just flown into his garden. Read more of this post
Universal Channel (TV) has unveiled its new look and logo with the tagline ‘100% Characters’. I haven’t given it much thought until now, when I think that it’s really quite a clever tagline but one that could be applied to any story-telling genre. This perhaps begs the question of how characterizations and descriptive elements make a story come alive and the techniques for doing so, to which I don’t have a clear answer. However, I would be surprised at anyone getting pleasure from reading a story — either fictional, non-fictional or biographical — in which they did not make an emotional connection with the characterisations. The emotional nature of a character or place is usually described just enough to satisfy the moment and context, adding to an emotion compilation hopefully being created in the reader’s mind. Read more of this post
“So William, I beat you again!”
“Perhaps you should not brag so Georgina, when we are wed I may beat as often as I like.”
She hotly replied, “No man will ever beat me William Young, husband or not!”
Watching him as he unstrung his bow and started walking towards her, she immediately regretted her sharp-tongued reply. She remembered vividly her parents announcing her betrothal to him, the feeling of elation, the love for him. A feeling she had held from the very first moment they met, each time she looked at him love welled up inside her, so much that she thought her heart would burst.
As he approached her he said, “You are closer to the butt than me.”
“But always a better shot,” she replied. Read more of this post
Having set the theme for this month I was surprised by the diversity of its interpretation (perhaps the intentional use of ‘time displacement’ replacing ‘time travel’ to encourage non sci-fi writer actually worked). I’m especially grateful to Capucin for dissecting the theme so skilfully and incorporating it into a non sci-fi story and Seadams who, with ExpatAngie, Colmore and others, added very non sci-fi themes. It seems that all is fair in love and fiction. Read more of this post
“Dammit!” He whispered, quiet enough for the in-car mobile not to pick it up — or so he thought. “What the hell does Beccy want.”
“Sorry to interrupt your musical interlude Edward but will you pick up some demerara sugar on your way home, I need some for the desert.”
“Light or dark?”
He abruptly cut her off, annoyed that she had interrupted the performance of Parsifal that he was listening to on Radio Three. Read more of this post
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