Meeting Report 20 July 2016

The Community Room was a hot bed of crime today as we learnt the intricacies of planning and writing a crime story.

Lead by our very own Karen Cochrane, an in-depth analysis of the planning and execution of a crime thriller covered every twist, turn and consideration for this genre and left no clue escaping the inspector’s magnifying glass. An excellent slide presentation was, as usual, part of Karen’s modus operandi and will be made available on the website shortly; an excellent and thought provoking read!

The spot light was then shone back onto the audience and a writing exercise was put before us for scrutiny. With each of the protagonists choosing each of five elements of a good story, each was passed around the table in secret for the next element of the plot to be added. The resulting set of random clues was put to the pen and 8 most excellent short stories were created in just 15 minutes.

One of these is shared below. If others would like to be included please send them to the group email address:

Other business for the meeting covered the developing body of work for the next anthology, the dead line is still the 31st August PLEASE don’t leave it too late and some Poetry featuring Erdington would be appreciated.

The latest meeting planner is available on the website, please check the dates and subject for all meetings up until the end of February 2017. Try not to miss the wide and wonderful range of creative projects, an outing and all the usual delightful sharing that has been planned.

The next meeting will be on Wednesday 3rd August where we will be sharing primarily Poetry, but any other writing that members or visitors would like to share as well. There will be the opportunity for constructive critique and feedback if writers would like it; please tell us at the meeting before you share.

Happy writing.

Crime Writing Exercise

Crime              Murder

Method           Knife

Bad person      A woman pretending to be a nurse

Good person   Grandfather

Location          Middle Hills of Nepal

The oxygen starved air of Nepal was sending the new nursing recruit light headed as she struggled to find her way around very unfamiliar equipment.

The item she was looking for was hard to find, the one she had packed for her trip had been confiscated at Heathrow; unsurprisingly.

On the top shelf in a dusty store room she came across something suitable although not standard hospital issue in any country; it was more akin to something you would find in a butchers’ shop.

With the seven-inch rusty blade cold against her skin inside the sleeve of her uniform, she tried to look casual but efficient as she approached the figure lying still on the simple metal framed cot in what constituted this hospital ward.

Drawing back the curtain, she had to hold onto the frame of the bed as the tension and altitude took their toll. The knife slipped easily down into her practiced hand and the tip of the blade indented the sallow skin of the victim but a swift movement, unseen by the nurse, had the knife clattering to the floor and the sick girl’s grandfather holding the limp body of the impersonator, he having broken her neck.

David Rollason, July 2016


About David Rollason

I am a writer, creative, inventive, observant, but the results are for you the reader to decide. There are things in my head constantly that I need to get out and into a readable form and this for now is my preferred medium. I am a simple being with complex workings. I am a complex being with simple logic. I am really just..... me.
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