Wood Shed Writers

The Wood Shed Writers are a collective of writers from many professions and generations, united by a shared passion for creative expression. Based in the Greater Pittsburgh Area, they’ve gathered weekly for years to share their work, offer feedback, and build a space rooted in trust, craft, and laughter.

What began as a private circle of storytelling has grown into something more: a long-held dream to bring their voices to the public. Thus, The Wood Shed Writers publication was born.

Wood Shed Writers, Greater Pittsburgh Area | est. 2024

  • Mary and John

    Written By

    DoloresStephens

    Mary and John were happily married for 22 years. At least John was happy. Mary was not as sure. Oh, the day-to-day, week-to-week, month-to-month living… more ›

  • A Bonded Pair

    Written By

    Meghan Snatchko

    The two friends look up at the cold, blue sky marred by fractal branches of the surrounding birch trees. The tan bark is hanging and… more ›

  • Flailing Into the Night 

    Written By

    Holly T

    “Whatever you do, don’t Google it!” The vet warned me with serious, penetrating eyes.  “Ok. Why not?” I asked, my heart doing manic back flips… more ›

  • Rambler

    Written By

    GeneL

    Every year my dad took me and my mother on our traditional summer vacation. This year would be different. We would be going in our… more ›

  • 1965

    Written By

    GeneL

    It was the first day of the 7th grade in 1965 and everything was amplified. The high school held two thousand students. The hallways exploded… more ›

  • Cusp of Heaven Pt. 2

    Written By

    Blair

    Part One can be read here. Thomas again. There was only one place that interested me as a place of small “r” rest:  a cemetery… more ›

  • Cusp of Heaven

    Written By

    Blair

    Thomas once explained string theory to me.  I understood it only superficially: each sentence made sense in and of itself, but bore no relationship to… more ›

  • Do the Crawfish Know How Cold It Is?

    Written By

    Meghan Snatchko

    The second time I almost killed my brother in front of my godfather it was on a warm Wisconsin day in August 1994.  At least… more ›

  • Ashore

    Written By

    Jeremy C.

    Rememberingthe day the ship finallycame into port.Wicked cold –so windy too, that morning –needed an overcoat, a scarf.The only clouds in the blueblue sky thewispy,… more ›

  • Hummingbird

    Written By

    Holly T

         Holding Mom’s frigid, clenched hand, I sang the lyrics of “Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again” from The Phantom of the Opera as she sat… more ›