Last Saturday we gathered in Churchill College again to chat about writing and have a scribble or type together. My prompts are in bold – have fun with them:

Mr Robinson’s expense book for May (1845) gives no hint that anything was wrong.

The three hours he had intended to stay stretched into three days.

(both from Daphne Du Maurier’s biography: The Infernal World of Branwell Bronte)

No coward soul is mine

(Title of Emily Bronte’s poem)

From Marion McCready’s poem Ailsa Craig

I write your name on a slip of paper /with a question mark, /place it under my mattress.

From Auden’s poem Epitaph on a Tyrant

He knew human folly like the back of his hand.