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January 2020 - Writing Challenge

  • 23 Jan 2020 3:27 PM
    Reply # 8662464 on 8454757
    Sherri Hollister (Administrator)

    Beautiful, Lisa! Thank you for sharing! 

  • 22 Jan 2020 8:36 AM
    Reply # 8650538 on 8454757
    Lisa Gargaro (Administrator)

    “I prayed for you today”


    As I began my yoga ritual this morning, I dedicated my practice to you.  Sitting underneath blue skies in meditation, I sought answers from God almighty.  I prayed for your emotional well-being and your physical endurance as you enter into the most difficult time of your life.  I prayed for you today...

    With each breath, I exhaled the brisk air and envisioned healthy, sunny days ahead for you.  With each exhale, I focused on removing this ugly entity that has taken your body hostage.  Every kneeling pose upon the green grass included a plea of healing for your sweet soul.  I prayed for you today...

    Looking upon the water, tears filled my eyes.  If the droplets represent each prayer that I have sent up to heaven for you, surely God has heard my request... a petition for peace and recovery.  I breathed into another stretch and I cried for you today...

    The heavy burden of cancer is your cross to bare.  It has crushed your spirit and left you hopeless.  As your impending death draws near, sadness hangs heavy and you can smile no more.  Still, I wrap my thoughts around your very being, as I wrap my arms around myself, and I prayed for you today...

    I end my practice with a whisper of, “Namaste’.”  Feelings of gratitude and love overwhelm my heart.  The water reflects vivid images of life and beauty, as do my memories of you that are forever etched into my mind.  This sickness will take you away soon and I will miss you.  I prayed for you today....

  • 16 Jan 2020 9:11 PM
    Reply # 8596429 on 8454757
    Sherri Hollister (Administrator)

    Tracy sighed, easing gingerly onto the bench her muscles protesting the exercise. The house had become too confining. She’d needed to get away from the well-intentioned machinations of her family. Someone would be sent to look for her soon. They’d not allowed her out of their sight for more than a few minutes since the accident.

    The river reflected the early morning sunlight, turning it to liquid gold as the fog lifted and the sun stretched out its warm glow to embrace its domain. Tracy loved this spot by the river. The bench was new, replacing the one lost in the hurricane. The aroma of fresh cut wood still lingered in the air mingling with the sweet scent of spring that hinted of the promise of the changing season.

    Turning her face up to the sun, she let the warmth soothe her aching body and wished it could do something for the ache in her heart. So much loss and destruction, she might not be to blame for it, but she knew she’d been a trigger. Had she simply done what he asked, how many lives would have been saved? The lap of the water, the gentle breeze, the warming rays of the sun, all conspired to send her into the arms of Morpheus.

    “A penny for your thoughts?” The deep baritone roused her from her slumber.

    Blinking, she smiled up at Billy. “It’ll cost more than a penny.” She slid over to allow him to sit down beside her. They’d been through so much together, the firefighter and the reporter. Phil had tried to pit them against each other, but they’d become a team.

    Billy perched carefully on the edge of the bench.

    “It’ll hold you,” she teased. “I didn’t make it.”

    He slid back and put his arm around her back, not touching, only draped over the bench.

    “I won’t break either.”

    He made a choking sound. “I almost lost you.”

    Turning to him, she stared, surprised to see the raw emotions in his eyes: fear, pain, and something she wasn’t ready yet to define.

    He gently took her injured hand in his, and wrapped the arm behind her about her shoulders, pulling her into him. “I thought, I thought you were dead.”

    She was surprised to see tears in his eyes. Tenderly she stroked his stubbled cheek with the tips of her fingers exposed in the bandage. “You need to shave.”

    “My hands won’t stop shaking.”

    She lifted hers. “I’m not much help.”

    “Not sure I’d trust you with a razor at my throat,” he said with a hoarse laugh.

    “I’m okay,” she whispered and leaned against his chest.

    He held her a little tighter, kissed the top of her head. “I’m not.”

    They sat there, on the new wooden bench, staring off at the horizon. The sound of the water lapping against the shore as steady as their heart beats.

    “You will be,” she whispered. “You will be.”


  • 15 Jan 2020 7:13 AM
    Reply # 8579895 on 8454757
    Sherri Hollister (Administrator)

    I’m always amazed by the talent and diverse reactions to the writing prompts. Great job y’all!

  • 14 Jan 2020 3:54 PM
    Reply # 8573530 on 8454757
    Gloria A. Gould-Loftin


    From across the lake,

    Past the rippling blue

    Faint sounds of a songbird


  • 12 Jan 2020 2:56 PM
    Reply # 8554093 on 8454757

                Watching the Water

    The wooden bench beside the river,
    Where he had knelt on the dewy ground,   
    And offered a ring that he had bought her,
    Which she accepted and hearts were bound.

    Over the years they had tarried here,
    To enjoy the place with no one near.
    But now he’d left for a better place,
    She missed kissing his handsome face.

    She sat on the bench to rest a bit,
    His presence she felt in their special place,
    She moved to the side so he had room to sit.   
    And closed her eyes to picture his face.

    Why must she wait for their reunion?
    Then she renewed her resolution,
    She still had things she had to do,   
    Before she rejoined her lover true.

    Last modified: 14 Jan 2020 6:35 PM | Michael Worthington
  • 06 Jan 2020 6:11 PM
    Reply # 8497476 on 8454757
    Millie Sparks

    Water Haiku

    Down by the water

    The sun glimmers in the breeze

    Beautiful teardrops

  • 02 Jan 2020 11:29 AM
    Message # 8454757
    Kimberly Riggs (Administrator)

    January 2020 - Writing Challenge

    Share your story or poem in one-thousand or less words by uploading it here as a reply. All genres and levels of writing welcome!


    A new year, and a new clean slate for 2020. Where do you start? Use this picture to spark your story or poem for our January Writing challenge. Enjoy creating from this visual prompt .




    Last modified: 02 Jan 2020 1:41 PM | Kimberly Riggs (Administrator)
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