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I believe we read to find out how other people meet the struggle of living, whether that’s a moment of teetering between life and death or merely facing another day. I invite you to explore the act of creating characters who confront all the uncertainties, choices, humor, and mysteries that surround us. Faced with such great material, I hope you will dive in and get to know the writer inside you.
This free site is designed for you to take a challenge and practice your writing. I will share thoughtful comments.
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Writing Challenges
Newest Writing Challenge
The Things You Almost Didn’t Notice
~~The pattern of the sunlight on the floor as it comes in through your window ~~The way the water feels like silk when you’re swimming and run you hand through it ~~The smell of snow ~~Your moon shadow ~~That repeated word you tend to use when writing that you don’t
Recent Challenges
The Things You Almost Didn’t Notice
~~The pattern of the sunlight on the floor as it comes in through your window
~~The way the water feels like silk when you’re swimming and run you hand through it
~~The smell of snow
~~Your moon shadow
~~That repeated word you tend to use when writing that you don’t catch the first time
~~Exactly what makes up the texture of that old blacktop road
~~Cucumbers were on sale
What are some of yours?
The Cloud People
They ride the wind atop the clouds. They’re made of mist, as are the clouds themselves. Even so, the Cloud People are born with their own individual sail boats, all white and also made of mist, and are able to travel great distances over the clouds. They are vulnerable to two things only: They might sail into a part of the sky that is too warm and thus dry up and evaporate. Or they might grow too heavy and thus condense into water, falling to the earth as rain. Even so, they are masters of harnessing the wind and are great voyagers, if they can manage to hop from cloud to cloud, always renewing themselves with the clouds’ mist.
What do they do when there is a thunderstorm?
Two Ghosts
Marvin (1938 -2020) and Theobald (1929-2017) hover, their backs appearing to rest against their tombstones in the dark of a starlit night. Marvin sits rather sprightly with both knees up, pretending to smoke an imaginary cigarette. Theobald (Theo to his friends), takes a more despondent posture, sprawling with legs akimbo, arms lying open-palmed by his sides. They argue….
To move in a clumsy, ponderous, or noisy manner.
Inspiring objects and symbols that inspire.
Honest statements, memories, dreams etc.
Inspiring poems to get the creative wheels turning.
Challenges created for storycrafting.
The odd, the intriguing, the interesting.