Writing Prompt 045


Tears of pain and gut-wrenching sorrow streamed down her face, mixing with the ashes and dirt that streaked her skin. The fire and heat threatened her very breaths with its power.

It had been a normal day, working as a maid servant for her mistress, the Lady Constance. She had returned home, enjoyed a meal with her family, then headed to the barn to complete her chores for the evening. The sounds of yelling and cries for help, crashing, pounding and riotous laughter woke her from a nap in the haymow. She had looked out a hole in the barn wall and witnessed the plunder of her house by marauders.Read More »

Writing Prompt 044


She strolled quietly, almost tiptoeing out to the end of the crude dock they had constructed. She loved these early morning times of quietness. Before even the birds woke up. Fog floated softly over the top of the water, and the night frogs still sang their hollow songs. A soft breeze waved the plants around the ponds edge as she stood, looking out over the lake with her hands in her pockets.Read More »

Writing Prompt 043

Writing Prompt 043


Tears streamed from her tired eyes and splashed down her face and onto the foliage below. An entire afternoon and night she had spent in the forest, lost. Mama and Papa had always told her to stay where she was when lost. Dawn was just starting to crack the sky apart and she was wet and trembling in it’s feeble light. She was thankful that the light chased the shadows away, and that she could now see the sounds of the forest instead of just hearing them. They had tormented her all night. Shapeless shuffling’s and noisy bird noises. She had slept nary a wink fearing that she would be eaten by the feared black bear of the region.

A branch cracked to her right and she jumped. Perhaps the bear had come for her after all.Read More »

Writing Prompt 042


The cold rain that beat against the window at her back somehow seemed to match the mood of the day.

Leora curled up on the window seat a little tighter and pulled the afghan up higher. She rocked herself. In the silence, the old manor house seemed to take on its own voice, the old boards creaking and the eaves sighing with the weight of the rain. She could almost imagine it with its own despair. The unnerving feeling of being alone made her heart beat quicker. The housekeeper and maid had taken to their own homes and her uncle had not yet returned from his trip. She prayed he would arrive soon.Read More »

Writing Prompt 041


They met over a toad.

He was a small, gangly little boy, with eyes full of mischief and a determined expression. He walked up to her at the first church picnic of the season, held out his hand on which rested a fat little toad and grinned.

“Will you be my friend?”

She had given the toad a glare, but she was no sissy. Toads didn’t scare her. She took the toad, put it in her apron pocket and looked him in the face. “Sure.”Read More »

Writing Prompt 040


It was a beautiful room that they had given her. If she hadn’t already known that the previous occupant had been a sea captain, she would have only had to see this room to know it.

The color blue was so prolific that it almost hurt her eyes. She felt a bit seasick. She almost opened her mouth to request another room, but the maid who had shown her up had already disappeared. She sighed and took off her hat that she flung across the soft blue bedspread. She plopped down to a seat beside her rejected headgear and gave an exasperated exhale as she turned her head about to take in the room in all its oceanic glory.Read More »

The After Party. . . Writing Encouragement

Hello lovelies!

*hands out left-over party snacks* Is it just our family? Or does anyone else always have leftovers (sometimes for days) after a party? I mean, I am not complaining, who doesn’t like party food? Open-mouthed smile

Did you enjoy the writing party? I had such fun! I learned a lot from all the other participants! And my To Be Read list grew. . . again. I don’t have enough time in the day to read!

I filmed a little “get to know me” video for you all with some writing encouragement. I hope you enjoy!


Be sure to check out Rebekah’s blog where she has all the participants links if you missed the party! It isn’t to late to get some great info!

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Have you been encouraged this week? What was your favorite part of the blog party?

By God’s Grace,