Largs Viking Festival - 2016
Come Scribble Creative Writing Events
Monday 29 - Poetry at the Cafe (afternoon: 2.30-4.30)
Tuesday 30 - Let's write ... at the Cafe (afternoon:2.30=4.30)
Location: Cafe BonBon - 68 Gallowgate Street, Largs. KA30 8LZ
Monday 29 - Poetry at the Cafe (afternoon: 2.30-4.30)
Tuesday 30 - Let's write ... at the Cafe (afternoon:2.30=4.30)
Location: Cafe BonBon - 68 Gallowgate Street, Largs. KA30 8LZ
Examples of Story and Poetry Rounds
Each person writes one line and passes it on to the next person. They write the next line and pass it on
Continue until the first person gets back the one they started and then they then write a conclusion.
Each person writes one line and passes it on to the next person. They write the next line and pass it on
Continue until the first person gets back the one they started and then they then write a conclusion.
STORIES
The boat sank, well not quite as the flag still fluttered brave and proud at the top of the mast. The albatross sailed overhead and thought, “Too bad”. Germaine sniffed at the coffee and barked, “Ahoy there waitress, can I have that piece of ginger cake and can you smother it with pin ice-cream?” The king entered the cafe in the castle grounds, which used to be the old kitchen. He asked the waitress to bring him a pot of Earl Grey tea and a large piece of cake. He sat and enjoyed his tea and chocolate fudge cake as the kids played on the trampolines across the road at the local fair. Watching the land sin slowly behind the sunlit sea, the king wondered what had been in the ginger cake as Germaine, the dog had suddenly bounced onto the table, saluted the flag and jumped out the window. The king decided he really must have a stern word with the cook. The gentle breeze fills the sails carrying us forward across the sea. The mermaid laughed as she chucked live crabs at the people on the deck. The game of cards proceeded in fierce concentration. Marmalade, the bear was bored and took out his stash of quirky shaped envelopes oozing with peanut butter jelly. The king, sitting at the table across from Marmalade the bear was shocked at the bear’s manners. He was eating the peanut butter jelly out f the envelopes. The waitress came over and complained about his rude table manners and asked him to behave. In disgust Long John Silver got up and stated, “Unbelievable, the bear faced cheek” and jumped onto the ferry heading to the country and western festival where he knew his wooden leg could be used to keep time for the line dancers. It is a warm summer’s day at Largs promenade as I sit inside cafe BonBon. The Troll went walking down the hillside and eventually came to the cafe BonBon in Largs. He ordered a frappe and I sit astonished at the audacity of this Troll sipping his frappe and making loud slurping noises. I really think it over-reacted when the fly landed on the table. Smashing his fist down, breaking the table and sending everything flying, “I’ve told you Troll before, behave or be trolling elsewhere” cried the owner. The Troll smirks and snorts “show me the menu” and orders a latte and scones before leaving to cause havoc elsewhere. |
POEMS
The night sky was lit up by the moon shining like a huge night-light Over the horizon a battle raged Once again I had been awakened by history Lost in time, nostalgia’s net, keeps me caged Memory, fear, anticipation all behind wire Over exposed, under exposed or out-of-focus – all are equally frustrating As I return home I have experienced a moment of awe in nature The pencil leaves a mark The mark leaves the page My lenses are an extension of my imagination My imagination helps me create things which appear from nowhere Drip, drip, drip ... drops the water from the tap reminding me of a bubbling brook And the fact that the plumber still hasn’t arrived, the swine So it’s true my career in writing is but a pipe dream Clickty,clackety, clickety clue The hills are alive with the sound of music The bear listened to the radio whilst munching his sticky bun Ants gathered together to seal the envelope, which contained a secret stash of marmalade As Neil Armstrong stepped on the moon his actual first words were ‘I can’t see a McDonalds any where’ So letting the last thread go, slipped away into the night What comes after light has no shadows Clickety, clackety, clickety blue The hat, the scarf and the coat decided to go out on the town Forlorn and lost, life’s rich tapestry weaves despair Foghorns and sirens echo long It you go down to the woods today you’re sure of a big surprise The bear went off on his merry way, having enjoyed his bun Glistening in the trees was a sticky envelope oozing with marmalade The items of clothing hadn’t done much really The coat had gone home early but the hat went on a-head And the scarf hung around with the bear eating the marmalade |
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