Prompt: In a declining industrial town, a retired teacher finds an old journal that reveals hidden connections between the townsfolk, leading him to see his community in a new light Prompt courtesy of ChatGPT. Andre absently rubbed his shoulder, the muscle tight and warning him a storm was on the way. Oh, he didn’t really …
Day 105
Prompt: Staring at the water, I let my thoughts go. I stop trying to repress the hurt, the anger, all those pesky emotions I've been avoiding for the last couple weeks. It's almost a relief until the pain comes rushing back. Right. Pain and grief are bedfellows. I try to keep the tears inside, swallow …
Day 49
Prompt: Write an entry about something that you can’t throw away. Today is a little off script and will probably be a very short post. I lost a coworker and it hit home today. Never throw away time with the people you love. When I read the memorial blurb, I realized this coworker was …
Day 44
This is a (slightly unexpected) continuation of Day 42. I wake in the hospital bed, bright fluorescent lights glaring down at me. I blink and look around the room. My dad is asleep next to me, his head resting precariously on a palm. I trace back the events that led to here, a slow process …
A Year of Writing 