- that was Mandee’s memoir prompt from a couple weeks back and I finally decided on getting around to a response. My ‘red-faced’ moment comes about due to a certain amount of ignorance on my part; ignorance that eroded me from 6’3″ to just about two inches tall. Enjoy!
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In this response to the prompt for memoir submitted by guest poster, Sunny, I tell a story of an angel’s reward… My mom had given up her seven long years of fighting against cancer. She was done with treating it and had made peace with her God. She decided to spend the rest of...
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Life is all about being part of the stream, not standing in it, at least that is the definition I found while at Atlantic Beach one year. Here is my response to the memoir prompt, … How we react during the aftermath of a bad decision will help define who we are. I found...
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Series Lets Have Fun Writing» Over the next few editions of Let’s Have Fun Writing, we are going to discuss life sentences. More to the point, putting life in our sentences- giving them punch, vigor, and importance. All throughout this series, we have talked about words—, , object, subject, etc— and the importance of...
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This memoir response for, , takes me for a long drive to the coastal region of North Carolina. Come on along and enjoy the spectacular spot I would love to call home- Atlantic Beach… I can get there in about 14 hours by car and I wouldn’t want to travel any other way to...
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Seems like I am reborn every year, although the process is exhausting, it is worth every frozen knuckle. This is my response to the memoir prompt, … Yes. In the garden, growth has it seasons. First comes spring and summer, but then we have fall and winter. And then we get spring and summer...
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I may look like one, but I am not as you can see in my reposne to the memoir prompt,… There are times I am sitting on my porch that I hear motorcycles as they travel along some of the country roads just beyond my grasp. Some of these bikes are on the verge...
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The Music Maker The Music Maker sits at the celestial keys Bringing her a faded memory The perfect song to fill her mind The only one he could find To fit her heart as it sits and waits Bringing in the focus of the lover’s fates The music of the night her only dream...
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This post is my answer to this week’s memoir prompt given to us by Extreme Writing Now’s Memoir Editor, Mandee Sears… Fly Like An Eagle. Yeah, that’s what the summer after I graduated high school was like. The whole album played out over three months, but that title track definitely defined every day of...
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I was nervous. It was time for us to leave for the annual New Years Eve Dinner at the club. Tim was his usual laidback self sitting on the bench at the end of our bed. He was chortling as I struggled with the nearly impossible task of fanagling my 6 month pregnant self...
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Whew, this is my response to this week’s memoir prompt, . This was tough, not to write, or because I had to go dark places, but because I have a life of  miscue segments and the choice was very diffcult… My life has been punctuated by embarrassing moments, and being an Ohio born and...
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What follows is my entry for the contest currently held here at Extreme Writing Now.  What I find amazing is that I am a self admitted slayer of rules and on the edge player, yet I find solace in the strict structure of and the nine line poems, like this one, that I write....
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Like , this piece of flash fiction was rejected for publication at one site. Of course I love this tale, but I can’t expect everyone to see it as I do. The three editors who commented on it all said the same thing, that it begs to be expanded, which I find uncanny because...
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This week’s memoir prompt, ,  gave me no choice but to reflect upon a relationship that that hasn’t existed in over 20 years. But then again, my letter to Tony makes me think that relationships really never die… Dear Tony, It’s been a god awful time since I have heard a peep out of...
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In Chapter 6 of her book, Writing Your Life – Putting Your Past on Paper, Lou Willett Stanek talks about achieving distance. She says finding material for your memoirs is not difficult but selecting could be. “If your divorce is ranging in the courts and in your mind, as tempting as it may be...
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For the first time since June of 2010, when Extreme Writing Now became a network for writers, we are having an open to the public short stories competition. Yes! That’s right! Open to the general public; complete with cash prizes and a judge. The Spring Rush 2011 Flash Fiction contest will begin accepting submissions...
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Extreme Writing Now is excited to announce the site’s the first of 2011. This contest will be a Poetry Slam and will be judged in the FaceBook Fans’ Choice format that we have used before. This is a member’s only event. Post your poetry, one entry per member, at the site using the Poetry...
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In this flash fiction piece I weave a tale of eventually paying the piper in currency inked with terror… Beams of moonlight filtered in from the mostly cloaked windows and pierced her as she sat in the dark room, bound, gagged, and terrified. The wooden chair was cold against her thighs and the dirty...
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In my response to the memoir prompt I take a somewhat creative look at one event that cemented forever my view of mom… Man Oh Man, that’s what I said about mom at her funeral 6 years ago. And she deserved every one of those three words many times over. So often I would...
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In my response to this week’s memoir prompt, …, I talk about a grim event in the World’s history and how I found hope when others were seeing blood… I have lived in and around the Dayton, Ohio area my entire life. Dayton, as you most likely know, lays claim to being the ‘Home...
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