February 24, 2020
There were two option to write on for today’s meeting.
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- This Bright Morning
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- By The Seat Of My Pants
February 24, 2020
There were two option to write on for today’s meeting.
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February 10, 2020
There were two prompts given at today’s meeting:
February 3, 2020
There were two prompts given at today’s meeting:
January 27, 2020
The prompt for today’s meeting is: A Whisper Heard in Childhood
January 20, 2020
There were two options for the prompt at today’s meeting.
The Sheriff
Prague, 1941.
The boy finished reading his favourite book. It was a western novel with a sheriff and bandits, and he loved everything about it.
He looked at his coat with a yellow star on it. “Now I’m the sheriff!” he thought proudly. “Tomorrow, I’ll show it to my classmates.”
January 13, 2020
There were two options for the prompt at today’s meeting.
The rain transformed the city. It washed the filth from the sidewalks and reflected the gas lamps in puddles of clear water. It drummed on the taut awnings, and cascaded from gutters and and overhangs into the near-empty streets. Midnight had long since come and gone, and even those with nowhere to go had taken shelter, in basement dives and the dark corners of tenement hallways.
January 6, 2020
There were two options for the prompt at today’s meeting.
When Winter Stage Becomes Nature’s Performance
The curtain descends, as Fall’s Festive Finale completes its months’ long run.
Autumn’s rich drama, in all its splendor, is over.
The last lingering leaf has touched nature’s majestic stage,
and the players,
who just a short time ago were dressed in elegant costumes
of red and yellow, brown and orange vanish from the limelight.
Only the stark barrenness of the theater itself remains.
It is an imposing spectacle in which the props
reveal a theatrical dimension all their own.
The headline cast of sparrows, cranes, and geese,
ducks, bears, and beavers have returned to their dressing rooms,
preparing for performances and production numbers yet to come.
What remains is nature’s landscape —
sparse, dark, cold,
appearing bleak and vacant,
as trees and shrubs cast long shadows upon this earthly grandstand.
The crispness of the evening air
conspires with the silence of the night to add a drama all their own.
Winter has become the play,
full of subtle life and rich beauty, plotlines and scene changes.
It is a new episode in creation’s drama…cast in simplicity.
More poetry than prose
it has a transcendent elegance,
composed of abandoned tree nests and distant stars,
frozen landscapes and glistening snow.
Occasionally, a creature will make a cameo appearance,
seeking sustenance between productions,
while longing for winter to end.
There would be no host for nature’s colorful community of artists without these desolate days.
All the actors depend on this grand dais to display their own eloquence.
Winter is a time of solemn soliloquies.
Only discerning ears and eyes perceive the hidden wonder involved.
The playwright’s hand is at work here too, reminding us that everything has a role to play.
Eventually, a new season will come and reveal anew the ongoing grace of nature’s living drama.
December 30, 2019
There were two options for the prompt at today’s meeting.
Prompt #1: Be it resolved ….
Prompt #2: The following story was written by Writers in the Grove member Ellen Hansen. It is a 50-word story that was recently published on the 50-Word Stories website.
The Path
She walked the labyrinth slowly, absorbing the imagery of both the circle and the spiral. She was careful at the turns, at this turning point in her life. Something loosened inside; then the tears came.
This meandering yet purposeful path spoke both of safety and the dawn of new openness.
December 9, 2019
The prompt for today’s group meeting is:
Write on some variation of the idea expressed in the phrase “Who would have thought…” or “How could I have known….”
November 18, 2019
Prompt:
Picture in your mind a photograph of one of your parents or a close relative that you learned something from. Picture them before you were born.