Writing Challenge #2

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We’re starting from the beginning again, folks! So, instead of challenge #91 (what it would have been on the old site) it’s challenge #2… By the way, we hope you all love the look and functionality of the new WC! It’s been a lot of work, but we believe it will help everything run a lot better in the long run. We all just have to get used to the new layout, but don’t be afraid to ask questions.  We’re here to help where possible 🙂

WEEKLY CHALLENGE #2

  1. WRITE: In this challenge, write a scene that expresses sadness through action. Don’t say, ‘she looked sad’, rather, show us the actions that TELL us she’s sad.
  2. POST: Post your entry the ‘Leave a Reply’ box below.
  3. COMMENT: You MUST comment on FOUR other entries to qualify. If you do not, your entry will be disqualified from the challenge. Give and take… Keep the cycle going.
  4. ***IMPORTANT*** In order to qualify, you MUST vote for your TOP TWO choices. If you don’t vote, you cannot win this challenge (even if you receive the most votes!). To vote, you need to reply to the email that goes out for the Weekly Challenges. In that email, if you scroll to the bottom, you will see all the information you need to vote for this challenge.You must join our mailing list in order to receive the weekly voting email. 
  5. DEADLINE: Tuesday, April 5th at 11:59 p.m. PST. Voting booth will open for this challenge on Wednesday, April 6th, and the winners will be announced the following Wednesday, April 13th.

THIS CHALLENGE IS OPEN TO ALL MEMBERS!

Have fun!


Author Notes

121 Comments for “Writing Challenge #2”

Jay Heltzer

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He slumped back in his chair, his posture collapsing weakly like the deflating of an aged balloon. Rereading the email in disbelief, all he could wonder was “why not? Why the hell not???” as his eyes glassed over without a blink. He used to sit at this desk determined and dedicated, seeing a world of great promise out the window. Now, all he saw in the reflection was a piece of crap who couldn’t accomplish anything he set his mind to, no matter how hard he tried. What was the point? Closing the laptop lid, he stood up passively, knocking his thighs into the desk, and wheeling his chair backwards into whatever the hell it ran into. It didn’t matter anymore. Nothing mattered anymore.

Carol Moore

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She sat staring at her computer screen crying. They didn’t even give her a chance to say goodbye to her grandson, before ripping him away to another state. They could have a least given her a chance to see him.

Jay Heltzer

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Quite sad indeed. I would have liked to know more about the connection between the computer screen and seeing the boy. Wasn’t obvious at first.

says:

A LITTLE CHILD

a little child
black nor white
yellow nor red
knocked upon my door to enter in.
tiny child
eyes so bright,
spoke no words
as he walked into my life.
my eyes refused to see
the welts upon his body
his yearning, hungry gaze
I would not answer with my own.
thin, frail bones
I didn’t feed, I didn’t clothe
and as he held out
a lonely hand
I smiled
as I closed my door behind him.

but his face
remained before me
I could not forget the scars
his haunting gaze
bore through clenched eyelids,
I strove to wipe away the tears.
Try as I could
the blood would never disappear
from palms where nails
had pierced
and the eyes of every child
will not forgive
as He has done.

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Robin’s lip trembled, a puddle teetered at the base of his eye and he flushed. Trying not to let the tear run as he clenched and unclenched his chubby fists.
Mummy marched away muttering as she dangled the teddy from two pinched fingers. Robin blinked a splash hit his nose and the back of his hand swiped it away.
Standing, he stuck out his chest and in a cracked voice called after her ” Mr. Bear don’t stink… never” he sobbed.

says:

Awwwww… the loss and sadness of a child is so hard to bear! It brings pain to know their pain. You showed the sadness clear as day, Ellen. 🙂

says:

Don’t you mean the loss of a bear is so hard to child…
guffaws Thank you Rebecca Braun.

Tim Hillebrant

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Tommy looked at the place where he and Echo shared their first kiss, and rubbed his eyes. His hand came away wet, but he didn’t care. A lump formed in his throat, and his lungs tightened. Move on they said. Start living again, they told him. How do you move on when the one you love is torn away from you in an instant, right before your eyes? With a deep sigh, he turned the key in ignition, and felt the truck come to life. The day was bright, but all he saw was grey. How the hell was he supposed to go on?

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This one really tore at my heartstrings, Tim. I totally felt Tommy’s pain and your descriptions of his thoughts were clear and hard-hitting. Great job with this paragraph. The sadness is totally evident without ever having to say it.

Tim Hillebrant

says:

Thanks, Becky! This is a bit of something from my story, Dreams Echo, written long ago. I need to rewrite this one. I appreciate your thoughts. 🙂

says:

I do think you have something special with the Tommy and Echo stories. If I were a young teenager, I am sure I would totally gobble it up and want more. Great stuff for young adults and middle schooler’s. I think you should keep on with those stories. 🙂

Writer's Carnival

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CONGRATULATIONS! 

The member votes are in and you placed FIRST in Weekly Challenge #2.  Way to go! A new challenge has been posted and we hope to see you participate.

~Writer’s Carnival

M.L. Bull

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Jessica stared at the wall clock in back the counseling room and swallowed the knot that formed in her throat. Her eyes filled with moisture and a bead of liquid trickling down her left cheek. Dr. Meadows stole the words from her mouth, and she couldn’t deny it. She couldn’t play pretend like she usually did before, but the veil of her deepest, harshest feelings had been pulled away. She hated her uncle . . . and herself.

says:

Good one! That kind of betrayal’s hard to forgive. Hopefully, Jessica’s found the strength to do so…

M.L. Bull

says:

Thanks, Dave. Jessica does recover in ‘Mercy’ book 2 which I’m currently writing. She learns to forgive her uncle and herself, and even has a somewhat “makeover” that stuns Demetrius, not used to her dressing up for church on Sundays. Phoebe got her to get out her “shell” for once, and after a while she just adapts to being more ladylike.

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Th sun was bitter and the bird song annoying. Red eyes looked down and salty streams flowed from my cheeks the drops falling to the heap of dirt beside the tiniest of graves. The air caught in my lungs and words would not come. A tiny newborn being laid to rest a grandson I could never caress. Turning from the scene I ached.

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I saw pain, sadness, tenderness and grief in your words, therefore job done! A good show me piece written well. As for the subject matter, I am sorry for the loss of anyone let alone a child tries us to the last.

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A part of her was aware of the cold, and the wet wind finding the weaknesses in her jacket. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except the blank eyes staring at nothing. She held her hand over the uppermost one to stop the rain pooling on the already dull surface. Let the ground swallow us up, she thought, I can’t do this without him. Gently, her fingers straightened the tangled forelock and stroked the massive cheek bones. How could so much beauty, so much life, just be…gone

Post Script- she’s holding her dead horse’s head in her lap and wanting to die with him.

Jay Heltzer

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I’ve never had a furry mammal to say goodbye to, and this convinces me not to, for the pain of saying goodbye would just be too much. Well done.

says:

Hey Jay, but if we don’t know pain and sorrow how can we possibly truly appreciate joy? Plus, it’s no different that losing a person we love. I can’t not love, animals are people to me. In fact, in some cases I like animals more than people.

Big Hugs
Nancy

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