| Status: | Active, open to new members |
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| When: | Monthly on Thursday mornings Second Thursday of the month. 10:00am - 12:00pm |
| Venue: | The White Hart Hotel, Hook |
Due to the creative nature of the u3a members in Odiham, Hook and the surrounding villages, demand for membership to a creative writing group has outstripped supply.
And so, a third group has been formed.
The first meeting of this group was on March 14th.
This group has filled up quickly and there is now a waiting list.
If you would like to be put on the waitlist, contact the Group Contact above..
Go back to exploring all of our groups here.
Pieces from our Creative Writing groups
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Dark Woods
Anne Appelboam, Creative Writing 3 A perfect day for a walk, sun from a cerulean sky, a cool but gentle breeze barely rippling the leaves on the new spring growth. How lucky we are to live in such a delightful village in such a beautiful part of North Hampshire. I strolled down the drive, crossed…
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Late
By Nick Granger, Creative Writing Group 3 Janet sat in the soft grey leather armchair, looking out of the window at the garden. She gave a smile of satisfaction at the huge hydrangea blooms. The special food Bill had put down in the spring had been well worth it. The house was quiet, and she…
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The Carrier
By Gill Jury, Creative Writing group 1 I am immortal. Let me explain.I transmute, you see.When one of my journeys is over, I immediately start another.I cannot die. I am immortal. Maybe you think I’m a parasite, that I feed off other creaturesBut nothing could be further from the truth.They feed off me. So what…
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The Coat
By Anne Appelboam, Creative Writing group 3 It was a striking vintage coat, dark burgundy with a nipped in waist and wide lapels; an authentic piece of wartime clothing with the CC41 Utility label still attached. Lucy loved it. She was helping at a sale of good quality second hand clothing, and one of the…
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First Love by Swati Patel
(From one of our Creative Writing groups.) “Do I look OK?” Judith asked as she hurriedly got into the car. “You look fabulous, as always,” replied her husband, George, almost automatically. They were leaving to go to Judith’s Aunt Edna’s funeral.“Not always,” muttered Judith. “What’s that? You have always looked chic, ever since I have…
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Pinnacle Moment by Nick
Rob Dillon’s dad was a respected tuner of Matchless G50 racers. His G50s always managed to deliver a little more top speed and a little more pull out of slow corners without sacrificing reliability. Consequently, he had a queue of riders asking him to work his magic on their engines. Rob could never remember seeing…
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The Bird Feeder
Mary settled down with a coffee and a digestive in her old armchair to watch the birds on her feeder. The variety of little visitors she saw through her window was the envy of her circle of friends. She regularly purchased bird food from the local garden centre. It was expensive, but she didn’t care;…
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Snowdrops by Patricia Saunders
After endless snow showers, In short daylight hours, On banks and in woodlands, Are tiny white flowers. Their down-hanging bells, With scalloped green edges, And their long, spiky leaves, Making sprawls under hedges And along the path edges, Bringing freshness and hope.
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Wildfire by Pam Forey
The rumour must have spread like wildfire. I could hear the hiss and crack of the voices in the office as I came down the corridor. Another rumour running wild, I thought, not in the least concerned. They always fizzled out in a day or two, extinguished by lack of information and dying interest. They…