An anthology of distinctive and unusual poetry and prose, SHOTS was set up by a group of Somerset writers.
It was inspired by the first Open University Creative Writing Course, which began in 2006, and has recently been published by a press in Crewkerne.
However, the writing group now aims to cast a wider net.
"We hope to encourage new writers of good poetry and prose to join us and also become published," said editor Angela Huskisson.
"We are also hoping to open up our ideas to include contributions from school children, to further the joys of creative writing."
To find out more about Shots and how you can become involved, click on this link:
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BBC Somerset asked Angela to write a poem about our county. You can read it below.
|Angela Huskisson wants you to get involved|
She, who weaves mystique around me like a
Willing me to cling amongst the birdsong of her
Playing tricks along the edges
of her hedges and her wetlands,
in torpor as a King lies deep inside
Waiting for his moment to
Where mists gather up like ghosts
who trail their stories
one by one and
on and on.
While hanging themselves in an endless, tireless, timeless
At that still point of a
in a grave which is far beyond
Where boundless Summers lie hidden and bidden
in the golden state
of a thousand dawns.
Scattered with starlings and honeyed by heat,
a stone heart gently beats
to the rhythm which is hers alone.
This poem is by founding member of SHOTS, Dan Wakeman:
I have killed my brother.
In the service of an elite street delta force.
Five fingered pain inflictors my weapon of choice.
My platoon advance
taking reed defences by storm.
A new day, a new battle
yet the same conflict.
Old stains tell new stories.
We committed acts against trees,
left our parents for hours
only to return home
when hungry and
in need of a bath.
All this in the name of playtime.