Written by: Adrienne Yeardye   after seven moons the council returned the Great Oak stepping forward   gently he asked Mystery why she did not settle   but I have kind wonders   my hands live deep in the bedrock my mind loves the city my heart belongs to the Mountain    ...

Writer,   Let this week be double happiness - a writer's date and a prompt.   It's this simple: You are the character - in your own mind. Dress up if you like, or keep it a secret. Be yourself or someone else. Be fact or fiction. But...

Written by: Adrienne Yeardye   eat with your left hand only   it wasn't dark yet when she said that but the clouds were becoming mountains already heavy with shadow   I hoped it would snow   she scooped up my chart from her printer studied it a diffuser bubbling at her feet   interesting she...

Written by: Collette Cottingham, en Watur   His humming broke her sleep. She sat up in bed. Was it real or a dream. She held her breath and let the quiet answer her question. Silence, it was just in her dreams. After all...

Writer.   Darling. Every single day is a post card love letter from the creative frontier. Don't over think it, or think it too much into a corner. You live this world you transcribe. You are it, with every thought, every breath.   This week, write what you know. You...

Writer!   Good Monday Morning Sunshine! What's the wish of every writer? Well, there's as many as we are far and wide, but what is something so many of us wish for? You got it. We want to write for a living!  Of course we...

Written by: Adrienne Yeardye   the director's lean body filled the doorway (of my trailer)   my head pounded against morning   rise and shine Snowflake   hair and makeup in ten    ...

Writer,   Start the car!!!   No time for 'splainin'! We're going to have a new challenge start day inside the private community - Mondays. Deets on that.. coming Monday of course! We will still post the challenge here on Saturday, for those who work on...

Written by: Collette Cottingham   Have you lived before? In another time or place? Sit with the idea for a while, what does your gut tell you? Everything was confused, even the weather was confused. It couldn’t decide if it wanted to rain...

  Writer,   Write thyself. Our work as writers is to translate the world through our own experience, and then express it with words that slide the exquisite beauty of life into the heart of a reader, without a trace.  To the reader, it is...