Reena’s Xploration Challenge 11/20/25 Seeing the Light

We have an image prompt this week.

Aaron had seen unbearably terrible things as a combat Marine.
While sitting there in near total darkness, he felt “at home” because his soul had been completely dark since his discharge too.
Beyond him was the bridge. The spot he’d decided would free him from torment. Just one step and this World would be left behind.
His therapist had suggested he’d read the Bible, and the Bible had suggested that he embrace gratitude.

“Grateful! I’m grateful that this misery will soon be ended.”

He’d been a tyrant…, a real monster, at home and knew it. He just couldn’t shake the “darkness”.

“They’ll be better off.” he muttered as he closed his eyes. Then, he asked God for guidance. It couldn’t hurt. He had made his decision either way.

But God hadn’t spared him those horrors. He hadn’t made him a good Dad or husband. He hadn’t erased his memories!
He screamed into the night. “You suck, God!”

When he opened his eyes, there floating beside him in the water were five tea lights. Someone upriver must be having a party. “Good for them.”, he whispered. His four children and wife would soon have something to celebrate too.
Then he stared at the lights stubbornly twinkling beside him.
FIVE OF THEM.
In his mind, out of nowhere, John 1:5 echoed in his own voice. “The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome[a] it.”

Aaron wept for quite a while as he felt a weight literally lifting from his shoulders.
Then he walked toward the light of the city and home.
Healing was a process, and he knew now where (and why) he would make it happen.

Can You Write A Story In… 11/20/25 Fortunate Misfortune

It’s Thursday and time for a new story challenge:

Can you tell a story in 40 words using the following words in it somewhere:

  • BONSAI
  • PUDDLE
  • KNAPSACK
  • REJOICE

Ugh! She’d stepped in a puddle while loading bonsai trees in mother’s van. Kiko raced back inside for dry socks discovering she’d almost forgotten her knapsack. She rejoiced that that misfortune had saved her from leaving her science project behind!

40-words

Writer’s Workshop 11/20/25 Take a Shot

Write a story that uses the phrase “a shot in the dark” in the first sentence.

This happens to be a true story:

My granddaughter was 10 and already using electronics so it was “a shot in the dark” to keep giving her books as gifts.
I expected them, from this point on, to be tossed on a shelf and forgotten.
But I gave her one book that was a tale about a kid just her age. It was a true story about an African boy titled, A Long Walk to Water. I’d seen it on a secondhand book site and purchased it for her at Christmas just from me.
The kids (even my daycare ones) were used to me gifting them books. When they were little, they got excited. But as time and electronics took over, the books were received like “gag gifts”. Sometimes, with ‘eye rolls’.
Upon receiving it, Evelyn thought the book sounded good, but her eyes were in a “what’s next” holding pattern, so I wasn’t counting on anything.
About a month later, Evelyn shocked me with an announcement that she was enjoying the book I had given her! For about a week, she shared updates on how the story was getting interesting. Even recently at 13, she referred to having enjoyed that book’s format of two parallel tales coming together. She remembers being ‘captured’ by the tale.

Was that the moment? Was that the book that turned her into a “reader”? I’ll never know for sure. Her parents also kept her well-stocked with books.

She still catches her school bus from my house daily. Lately, we spend that half hour, telling each other where our current books are going.
Hey, taking a shot, isn’t always going to produce results BUT not taking them, never will.

d’Verse Poetics- 11/18/25 My Calico Home

So, let’s dive into your challenge today, which is to use Ted Kooser’s “So This Is Nebraska” poem for inspiration to write your own “So This Is (fill in the blank)” poem.

So, this is New England, my friend,
My calico home of seasons.
Where forests, hills and beaches blend.
So, this is New England, my friend.
Fall, Winter, Spring, Summer depend
On whack-a -mole weather’s reasons.
So, this is New England, my friend,
My calico home of seasons.

Simply Six-Minutes 11/18/25- Door Dash Protocol

Christine asks us to write a story using the image below in only 6-minutes.

Steven belonged to Gen Z. The current generations had overcome their addictions to their cellphones, but Gen Z was given up for lost on that problem years ago. His name tag carried a red warning circle on it now to alert others to his incurable affliction.
Just before reentry on his brief scouting mission beyond the moon, Steven lost his cellphone service! THAT WOULD NOT DO!
So, against safety protocol, he put on his space suit and ventured outside of his ship. He didn’t care if he’d be “written up”.
Having that pizza delivered by Door Dash, waiting for him when he got home, was important.