I always enjoy your photographs (they are prompts in themselves).
An idea, maybe, for a topic: endings. How to write them, different approaches to, how to write about endings within a piece of fiction (ending a relationship, the end of a life, the end of the sugar at the bottom of a package of sour patch kids). Thank you so much for your posts: the inspiration, the feeling of community, the insights into life!
Thank you for this, Elizabeth! I'll have to ponder endings. So far I've never known what my ending will be until I'm writing it. But I think some writers won't begin writing something until they know what the ending is (Joyce Carol Oates springs to mind--I think she said this once, but I should fact-check it!).
Oh we must always share the sweet prompts! Back when I held workshops, I always wondered if one day I’d read two different books and recognize a thread of a prompt offered, going this way and that…
Thanks for these prompts! 1/23/26 Chenoweth prompt CJBeach
Pine needles and leaves are falling from the tops of canopies. Winged birds and squirrels dart, leap and glide. The change of light makes the beetle backs glow for an instant. Swaying branches weigh heavy in their sway. Then comes the distant call bringing stillness to all but the light from the edge of the woods.
“Henry, I see you! I see you! I’m here, up here.”
Henry’s buttons glint in the change of light. He puts down his walking stick.
“Oh jeez, these damn batteries died again.”
Henry pulls out his hearing aids.
From the cliff above, Henry’s friend throws down a rock to get his attention.
“Henry, watch out!”
The rock hits henry in the head. Henry falls.
“Oh Henry, I’m coming.”
A darkness descends in 8 counts.
Henry’s hearing aids glow like lightning bugs on the forest floor.
I always enjoy your photographs (they are prompts in themselves).
An idea, maybe, for a topic: endings. How to write them, different approaches to, how to write about endings within a piece of fiction (ending a relationship, the end of a life, the end of the sugar at the bottom of a package of sour patch kids). Thank you so much for your posts: the inspiration, the feeling of community, the insights into life!
Thank you for this, Elizabeth! I'll have to ponder endings. So far I've never known what my ending will be until I'm writing it. But I think some writers won't begin writing something until they know what the ending is (Joyce Carol Oates springs to mind--I think she said this once, but I should fact-check it!).
Oh we must always share the sweet prompts! Back when I held workshops, I always wondered if one day I’d read two different books and recognize a thread of a prompt offered, going this way and that…
It would be so cool if you did!
Thanks for these prompts! 1/23/26 Chenoweth prompt CJBeach
Pine needles and leaves are falling from the tops of canopies. Winged birds and squirrels dart, leap and glide. The change of light makes the beetle backs glow for an instant. Swaying branches weigh heavy in their sway. Then comes the distant call bringing stillness to all but the light from the edge of the woods.
“Henry, I see you! I see you! I’m here, up here.”
Henry’s buttons glint in the change of light. He puts down his walking stick.
“Oh jeez, these damn batteries died again.”
Henry pulls out his hearing aids.
From the cliff above, Henry’s friend throws down a rock to get his attention.
“Henry, watch out!”
The rock hits henry in the head. Henry falls.
“Oh Henry, I’m coming.”
A darkness descends in 8 counts.
Henry’s hearing aids glow like lightning bugs on the forest floor.
Poor Henry!!