Hello Everyone, writers on the board, lovers of the pen and seekers of stories.
Welcome to the Writing Club Thing(y) Page. The Writing Club Thing(y) is just a space at a place (either online or offline) for the people who like to write or would be interested in writing... to write.
This is a page for writers (old, new, experienced, amateur, or thinking as such) to post their written stuff and hopefully get constructive criticism feedback for it from other members on the page. Or even give constructive criticism to other people on the page.
You can use any style, formate that you like to write in- such as short stories, scripts, articles, poems, songs, etc. And in any genre. However, there will be prompts if you just need a jumpstart or a chance to experiment.
You can add stories in the comments or share a Google Doc link that people can edit.
This is the first time I am hosting something like this online so please be kind and give constructive criticisms. All your stories, notes, etc. that you write and add to the page belong to you. Only post your original work.
Thank you and sweet writings.
Prompt:
Day After Covid-19 (But Is It Safe?)- A Kid's Story
So Mom said that it is okay to go outside for a long time. Without my mask and gloves. That is nice. Dad said that the president said that it is okay. That the virus is gone. Okay. I don’t know. I don’t trust it. It is sneaky and dumb. I’ll wear my stuff just in case. Maybe the virus is running away but it is still here? I can kill it. Mom says that alcohol can help kill a virus. And Dad drinks gin. He has a bottle full that he opened just now to “toast the time”. Okay. He toasted to it and left it on the table. They put on their coats and put mine on me. It was cold outside with the snow falling. I get to play in the snow but after I kill the rest of the running away virus. So I take the bottle. It is big and heavy but I hid it under my coat. I told Mom I had to go to the toilet. That was a lie. But they said it okay to lie if it is a good lie. Or something. So I lied. I put the bottle under my coat and put my bike helmet on my head. Mom asked if I wanted to take my bike. I said no but I need the helmet. They said okay.
We walked outside and went to the park. The snow was white and nice. And people were walking around. Some kids from school who I forgot about were playing in the snow. Mom and Dad told me to go play with them. They will join my army. I walked up to them, well half run, and said ‘hi’. I told them my plan and they agreed with me. Or I think they did. Or they don’t want to be left out. So we made a better plan.
Harry who wears glasses will where more glasses in order to see better. Since the virus is very tiny, small, it made sense that one person wears all the glasses to see it. Peter and Tom would make the trips since they always trap bugs and stuff. Peter eats them. So that made sense. Me, April, and May (they are sisters) and Harry will go upfront to find the virus. And off we go. April goes one way, May another, Harry a different, and I a different other. It takes some time but we hear May screaming: “Found it” (that was our codeword) and we ran to her voice. I came first, after April, Harry then (guess the glasses idea didn’t work) followed by the others. The virus was big. But the older people didn’t even see it. Tom and Peter throw their traps at it. They had made tiny nets so the nets did not work as well. The virus started coming towards us, the guys got scared but the girls did not. They threw stones at it. It seemed to work and slow the virus down.
I remembered my bottle. I took it out from my coat and told everyone to throw me at the virus. They got behind me and I got off the ground. Back and forth, back and forth faster, back and forth the fastest and they let go on the final forth. I went flying and opened the bottle as quick as I can (I preopened it before so it was quicker). The gin went all over the virus and it melted. By the time I landed on the bench behind the virus, it was on the floor. So I got none. We cheered. Then the older people looked at us. Only now, I swear I don’t get old people.