Writing Exercise

Grin Against Gravity
It’s picture day, and I’m perched on a plastic stool, knees scuffed, hair doing whatever it pleases. The backdrop is some cloudy blue illusion, but I’m all real wavy hair, a grin wide enough to challenge gravity.
By Tim Carmichaelabout a year ago in Writers
The Lighthouse Keeper’s Secret
Chapter One: The Fog Rolls In The waves thundered like distant thunder over the worn rocks of Halver’s Point, a beach so remote that neighbors spoke of it only to those near at hand. The lighthouse, perched on the toothed cliff, stood firm as the Atlantic tempest clawed at its battered sides. Toward the top, the quivering light strove through the thick, writhing fog — a beacon to ships and maybe to earth-dwellers.
By Martin Williamsabout a year ago in Writers
The Last Slice
No one touched the last slice of pie. It sat there, golden and fragrant, while laughter swirled around the kitchen like cinnamon smoke. Mom sipped tea, warmly. Dad retold the same joke. The kids rolled their eyes, grinning.
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Writers
The Last Mango
Grandpa sliced the mango with practiced hands, golden juice sliding down his fingers. "Real sweetness takes time," he’d say, handing me a slice like it was treasure.
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Writers
Nothing At All Happened
Natalie Goldberg's Writing Down the Bones Deck prompts - "Nothing at all happened." Go, ten minutes. Overthinking kills your happiness? Is that true? I know that to worry about something happening is kind of like that. We can worry that something is going to happen, and then it doesn't.
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Writers
My Grandmothers Said so
Once, there was a little girl, so stinking cute and well-loved, she knew the universe revolved around her. With dark curly hair and big blue eyes, she proudly sat amidst everyone's attention. Knowing that she could do nothing wrong, she basked in the glow of their pride, as they expounded upon this wee lass's perfections.
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Writers
What Are You Waiting For?
Natalie Goldberg’s Writing Down the Bones Deck prompts -” What are you waiting for?” Go, ten minutes. What are you waiting for? I received a grant to write a book, and I completed three interviews out of the ten that I said I was going to include in my book project. What am I waiting for? The right time? Having more time? Being less busy? Then I think, well, I have until June of 2026.
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Writers
Why Writing Saved Me When Nothing Else Could
There was a time in my life when everything felt like too much. The noise in my head was deafening. The weight in my chest never lifted. The world felt distant, blurry, too fast or too slow—but never right. I couldn’t find the words to explain what I was going through. I couldn’t make sense of what I felt.
By Irfan Aliabout a year ago in Writers
Winter meditations
It is always me and God in these cold nights The usual questions I ask which He often dismiss with laughter, You figured if you did not create the Satan concept we would not worship you
By Isaac Ramaphalaabout a year ago in Writers
Don't Ever Forget
Natalie Goldberg's Writing Down the Bones Deck prompts - Begin a writing with "Don't ever forget" and then tell us what, who, how we should never forget. When you get stuck, repeat, "Don't ever forget," and keep going.
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Writers
The Cat And The Machine: An Unofficial Challenge
Everyone seems to have been having a blast with my challenges so far, including me, so I've decided to host another one. I hope you’re ready to write!
By Laura Pruettabout a year ago in Writers
Four Bowls of Glory. Top Story - June 2025.
As much as Nonna’s was a place for laughter, argument, and wine, it was also a gladiatorial arena. Where only the best could triumph.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Writers