The air is crisp, and bold gusts of wind blow leaves around your neighbor’s 12-foot skeleton they dressed in a jaunty scarf holding a giant pumpkin spice latte. In their attempt to make Halloween a little less scary, they’ve reminded you that capitalism is truly the only ghoul hiding in the shadows. Your rage meter spikes as you walk by, warming your insides and boiling your brain. “Only one month til Election Day,” you seethe as you stab the pumpkin you’re supposed to be gleefully carving. “This weather means the dark is coming,” you mutter as you kick leaves in the gutter. “Winter will be here soon, along with our discontent,” you spit into the faces of trick or treaters. You’d better get yourself to WRITE CLUB: Full Size Angry Bars and let that ire out, friend. Have some candy.

WRITE CLUB RETURNS to soothe your souls and help you rage on October 15th at GMan Tavern. Six writer-combatants come inside from the bluster to deliver you beautifully wrapped truths and a hot cup of Giving A Shit at 7:30 on a weeknight. Only three of our combatants will collect $100 and The Loving Cup of Deathless Fucking Glory, while the other three get $50 and a comforting punch on the shoulder. Dress up like an arts supporter and lend your voice to vote on the winners. Only you can decide their fate. All treats here, friends. Trickery is for politicians and hucksters - Write Club is the real deal.

Here is your support system of incredible talent:

TRICK (Scott Duff) vs TREAT (Azziza Robinson)

GHOST (David Kodeski) vs ZOMBIE (Tania Richard) 

CALM (Binkey Tolefree) vs PANIC (Shariba Rivers)

Corrbette Pasko returns to host and Josh Zagoren is back as Timekeeper, because combatants have seven minutes and no more to make their case. Anything more than seven minutes…is death. Write Club Chicago is saving lives, but you need to be there to see it happen.