#Storyclub

[nv-rivera]

We are learning from Rubin and Baldwin this month and we are taking a deep dive into the MIDDLE of our stories! Head to the Stop Writing Alone Substack page to join the club and the conversation! #stopwritingalone #storyclub #writingcommunity https://www.instagram.com/p/Coaner1v9eY/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[beladi]

#story #storytelling #storyofmylife #storyteller #storytime #storyofthestreet #storyboard #storymiami #Storybook #Storytellers #storyofmytable #storyportrait #storytellingphotography #storyboarding #storybrooke #storypromoter #StoryNightClub #storyboards #storyline #storyboardartist #storyoftheday #storybridge #storys #storybehindsquares #storyofistanbul #storybehindtheshade #Storyclub #storyart #storyofturkey #storygramtours

[booksareamagicalportal]

Wish I could form a story writing / reading club with my close friends in a hidden cave or shed in a forest , where we gathered every night or once a week to read and discuss the stories or anything we wrote during that day or week , no matter how they are and to read our favourite books out loud and discuss them if we want to , like Anne Shirley-Cuthbert made with her friends or like the DeadPoetsSociety , only it is for stories . We’d light up candles in the dark and arrange a lot of books and pages and small cute accessories around us and read aloud the stuff in dramatic or enchanting voices , which would give a cute cult vibe or something :D XD

[shrutikohli]

our #StoryClub this morning ... the highlight was the tree table our little #storyteller, Janya, found herself 🙋🏻‍♀️💕... some pictures ...❣️ #storytelling #startup #entrepreneurship #womenentrepreneurs #sundaymorning #readers (at Tale-a-doodle-doo)

[theshepherdofreadersburg]

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a little movie of stills from our #StoryClub this #Sunday ... our #storytellers and our Shepherd went exploring, yet again...at Cafe Symphony this time ... watch 😊❣️ #storytelling #cafe #club #stories #children #teenagers #startup #entrepreneurship #womenentrepreneurs @taleadoodledoo @storytellersetal @ishrutikohli #newspaper #newspaperreading #weekly (at Café Symphony)

[taleadoodledoo-blog]

and at our #StoryClub this Sunday ...yet another #fieldday, literally, as our little #storytellers toured a cafe ...some photos of the fun #story...💕 #storytelling #entrepreneurship #womenentrepreneurs @ishrutikohli #childrensclubs #reading #writing (at Café Symphony)

[jasmined]

omg why is my face so big?

Okay. This is a story I read for @missspoken over the summer. The theme of the show was “The Other Woman”. You can read the story in its entirety here if you don’t want to listen to me read it.

And please check out Story Club Magazine when you’re done.

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[storytellersetal]

The League meetup of this week ... The League is a story club for teenagers. Teenagers master the art of storytelling and also learn how to use it effectively at interviews, professional conversations, and social get togethers. The end goal is to make teenagers more confident, to improve their imagination and expressive skills, and also to polish their speech. What stands out about this club is that its teen members read, discuss, and create ONLY highbrow stories, books, plays etc. At Storytellers et al, we thought of putting together a range of highbrow literature including books magazines, newspapers, plays etc and of acquainting teenagers with this class. Our choice of literature for this club is determined by our end goal which is to help channel young minds towards productive and substantial thinking and build composed and confident personalities who talk well and carry themselves perfectly in every situation. The League is a weekly club and the next meeting is scheduled for 17 September, 2017, 8:30am, at Culture Street, Napier Town, Jabalpur. Registrations open now. For membership and other details, call us at 9584442632. @ishrutikohli #teenagersclub #teenagers #storytelling #corporateettiquette #situationhandling #interpersonalskills #grooming #storyclub #storytellersetal #startup #entrepreneurship (at Storytellers et al)

[scarecrow36]

THE SYMBOLISM

Anne brought them the wood from the destroyed story club clubhouse to convey the message “Freedom of Speech is a Human Right.” 

They used the wood of the clubhouse; a destroyed building which represented a sanctuary of truth, a place of freedom and following the heart; and they brought those wood boards back to life to speak for a basic human right.

that is incredible.

Anne With An E 3×7: A Strong Effort Of The Spirit Of Good

[elisavella-blog]

Party time 🎀💗 #bardo #whotel #whiteandpink #fashionshow #champagneparty #sttropez #miamilife #storyclub #miamiliving #miamibeach #miamibeachparty #story #storymiami #storyclub #frenchandfamous #southbeach #me #traveling #miamiclubs #nightlifemiami #girl #summer #girl #miaminights #me #party #partytime (presso W South Beach)

[teaminterval]

Talents will remain latent if it doesn't meet any platform to showcaseNow. Take a break and understand your talents with our STORY CLUBlet it be of any kindPainting, Drawing, Experimenting, Cooking, CraftingAnything...we are here to make you travel through all of your talents

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[nv-rivera]

We’re doing something new today. Head to the @stopwritingalone Substack page (link in IG bio) to find out the why and how you can join us in our PULP FICTION watch party. #stopwritingalone #watchparty #storyclub https://www.instagram.com/p/Cl3pW-kLRQM/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[anneshirleywasmychildhood]

Avonlea Storyclub

Hey everyone? Is anyone interested in setting up an Avonlea storyclub? I just think we have so many amazing writers on Ao3 and here, we could set something up where every week you write a new thing and send it to someone else in the story club, the two of you make edits then share it with everyone else. If anyone is already doing something like this that I could join or anyone want to run it with me, message me. 

Thanks.

[chocolateslatte]

Love on Island Time-Chapter 2

Chapter two (all the fluff you wanted)

Anne swatted a fly away from her arm as she leaned back against the fallen tree. Oh, how invigorating it was to be back in the woods, her woods that gave birth to the storyclub house. As much as she loved attending Queens with its endless library stacked to the brim with books, this serenity was missing from her life. The calm that was the essence of the island. She had woken up at the crack of dawn to assist Matthew with milking prejudice. Marilla had found her a couple of hours later and tsked her tongue as she saw her elbow-deep in a stack of hay. She was instructed to take the afternoon off chores on account of her just having finished a set of rather challenging exams. She had told Marilla that she would have a grand day with just her and her imagination. Of course, that is if her imagination was a handsome, black-haired boy. 

So here Anne was getting started on some light reading for the next semester as she waited for Gilbert to come to find her. Bash most likely needed a hand with the fence that had gotten damaged in the last storm, she thought disappointedly. She flipped another worn-out page. It was then she heard quiet footsteps coming from the other side of the clearing along with an upbeat humming. Gilbert had his sleeves rolled up today and was wearing his trusty newsboy cap. She had seen plenty of boys at Queens wearing them, but there was something so alluring in the nonchalant way this boy wore his. 

He dropped down on the grass next to her. So closely that you couldn’t slide her textbook between them. He handed her a small bouquet of wildflowers she hadn’t seen him carrying.

The petals were made of small white clusters, they were queen Anne’s lace. Before Gilbert, no one had ever brought her flowers before. She was the one that had been the flower gather in her family and amongst her friends. Anne had slowly become accustomed to being on the receiving end of a bouquet.  The first cornflowers Gilbert had brought her had caused her eyes to well up, much to Gilbert’s shock. He had thought he had offended her greatly and started apologizing profusely. She had to do some work to soothe his worries away.  They were both becoming familiar with these small, frequent declarations of love. It shocked her how each day made her heart swell further with this overwhelming tide of love for this boy. It scared her how each and every corner of her heart now contained a piece of Gilbert. A piece for when he asked Matthew and Marilla’s permission to formally court her. A piece for how he treated Jerry like a brother because that’s who he was to Anne. Pieces for his love for delphine, the way his hair stuck up in the front when he fell asleep on his textbook, how he waited on the steps outside the boarding house twenty minutes before he was allowed to enter. 

Gilbert now took one of the stems of the flower and tucked it behind her ear, playing with the end of a loose hair as he pulled away. Finally satisfied with his arrangement, he made himself comfortable against the scratchy wood of the old log. Anne turned slightly and kissed the corner of his upturned mouth in greeting. You certainly couldn’t do this in letters.

Gilbert was now staring at her intensely, his eyes twinkling in the mid-June sunlight. Anne blushed and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. “everything alright?” she asked, suddenly feeling rather shy. 

Gilbert answered by turning his body so that his long legs stretched out parallel to the log. He lowered his torso back to the ground, his head of inky black hair coming to rest perfectly in her lap.  He closed his eyes contentedly, looking so perfectly at peace. Over the years she had seen many expressions on his face: frustration, passion, sadness and yes even love. But peace was a new emotion that grazed Gilbert Blythe’s face the first summer of the new century. 

“You know when I was younger, I used to think you were this nymph of the woods” he said matter of factly, his eyes still closed. Anne laughed, bringing her hand to comb through his inky black hair in her lap. It ran through her hands like soft butter. 

“And why is that?” she inquired 

“You always showed up to Mr. Phillips’ classes with flowers in your hat, like a crown of wildflowers. Even in the dead of winter. And then when you took off your hat in the cloakroom, little petals would fall on the floor like a trail.  In the dark days of winter when there was little life in the woods, I imagined you were hard at work preparing for the spring. Waiting, preparing for the woods to come alive again.” He paused and inhaled “It gave me hope...that winter when I lost my father.”

Anne’s hands stilled in his hair, her mind going back to that winter. She reminded herself that he was safe in her arms now, she just wished she could have done the same for the younger boy. “I was scared for you,” she told him now “I knew what it was like to have no one in this world to call your own, to have your last piece of hope torn away. And then you always acted strong, as you had to for your father. I wished there was something I could have said to comfort you, but clearly that was not the case”

Gilbert laughed, sounding unburdened despite the heaviness of the topic.  He took her hand and kissed it lovingly “don’t worry my love, I understood. And now look I’ve gone and made you sad?” He sat up from her lap, cupping her face gently in his hands. “You have,” he said as he kissed her forehead. He kissed her nose “always been” and then her mouth “there for me”. He pulled away slightly “Even when you didn’t know it”. 

Anne didn’t know the comfort Gilbert’s words would bring her until he had said them. How strange that this boy knew her so well. She looked into his eyes, so thankful that fate had brought them together.  “I thought I was the luckiest girl in the world, that day when Matthew brought me to Green Gables. I wish I could tell that girl at the orphanage what the world would hold for her. That I would know love in so many ways. That I would be so lucky as to be loved by you” she told him, shaking her head slightly. 

Gilbert pressed his forehead against hers, their hands intertwined in his lap. He touched his nose against her’s fondly.  “Nice attempt at trying to pull ahead of me, we both know who the lucky one is” he joked.  Anne laughed, throwing her head back. Gilbert pulled her face towards his as he kissed her, both of them smiling through the open kisses. Anne wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him even closer and her hands pulled at the hair at the nape of his neck. Gilbert made a sound she hadn’t heard before. It made her want to pull him even closer if that were possible.  The kiss heated and Anne’s cheeks flushed as Gilbert pulled gently at her bottom lip. Anne returned the favor twofold, moving away to kiss his neck. Gilbert inhaled sharply. 

He sighed and then pulled away “Miss Shirley as much as I wish to further this experiment, I must say that I hold my virtue and reputation very dearly”. Anne blushed, her cheeks becoming as red as the tomatoes growing at Green Gables. Gilbert laughed and wrapped his arms around her loosely. 

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They spent the rest of the afternoon completely absorbed in one another. Anne had eventually picked up her textbook again, with Gilbert laying his head in her lap once more. He had a book on the cardiovascular system propped upon his knee. That was until a few moments ago when he had forgone that endeavor in favor of staring up and her and playing with the ends of her hair instead. “Gilbert” she said in a mock strict voice “shouldn’t you be studying the cardiovascular system, think of your future patients”

Gilbert wrapped a tendril of her hair around his finger “Oh trust me I am definitely becoming educated on matters of the heart this fine afternoon”. Anne raised an eyebrow at him. “If they wish, I can even provide a tip or two” he said with a wink. 

“God you are so infuriating. You’re lucky I love you so much.” she said as she kissed his forehead. She supposed he had the entire summer to study the heart.  Anne put aside her book

@pluviophile-bookworm @luckycheesefoodie321 @anneshirleycuffbert @theworldisquiethereinavonlea @frijolescontortillas @royalcordelia

[shrutikohli]

sometime in the middle of #writing their #journals about their #fieldday at Hotel Vijan Mahal, some of our little #storytellers were spotted in the company of their Shepherd @theshepherdofreadersburg ... here’s some Shepherd moments during our #StoryClub this #Sunday ...❣️ #newspaper #childrensweekly #teenagersweekly #weekly #children #teenagers #startup #entrepreneurship #womenentrepreneurs (at VIJAN MAHAL)

[theshepherdofreadersburg]

Meet 10 year old Nitya Sethi, the very first subscriber of our newspaper, The Postcard ... 💁🏻 And here's when she was spotted chilling out with her very first copy of the tabloid last week... #newspaper #tabloid #newspaperreading #children #childrensclub #storytelling #storytellers #thepostcard #startups #entrepreneurship #womenentrepreneurs #reading #storyclub #jabalpur #jabalpurdiaries #news #mediacompany #media (at The CHAI Square)