Finding Your Own Voice in Writing

I'm driving home from Highlands grocery in Big Blue, my family’s luxury van, and flip open my Motorola phone to call Little Joe. “Where...

When I entered through the door of the local community event center, I suddenly felt like Alice falling down the rabbit hole into...

Lila lived with her family in a little village on the south bank of a river where it emerged from the forest. Summer solstice was her...

Each month, as part of the monthly assignment for the creative writing class at the MS Center, everyone writes a 100-word prompt story on...

Each month in class we write a prompt paragraph of 100 words or less. A prompt paragraph is a suggested topic for the writer to take any...

My most recent travel adventure involved a flight to Boston, MA to visit our daughter and her husband. Of course, Edward, my husband, had...

“I don't know, Doc,” I huff. “Things have been kind of stressful at work since the merger. I'm getting more fatigued each day, just...

“What in the world?” I shout. “Who’s shining a flashlight in my eyes?” I look around my bedroom. It’s dark; no one’s holding a...

Stifling a yawn, I watch the movie credits scrolling up our TV screen. “That movie lasted about an hour too long. My head is throbbing,...

Clara had been retired for only eighteen months when her mother called and told her she had cancer. Clara felt as if her heart had...

Outside the large picture window through evergreen trees, the evening light spread across the lake and above the Cascade Mountain range....

After fifteen minutes of being lost in this unfamiliar section of the city, I arrive at Oasis Street, hoping to locate the residence of...

Content Warning: this piece contains strong language I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis (MS) twenty years ago and if there's one...

When I was a child I had very sharp hearing. One evening during a storm I toddled to the door and wouldn't come away until Mama opened...

Unconsciously I tap my toes to the rhythmic whirr-click of ‘Gertie,’ the oxygen condenser that sits between my sleeping area and the...

Leaving the comfort of my bed, I stand before my bedroom window, stretching out my arms with purpose and running my fingers through my...

Standing at the kitchen sink, I stare out the window and robotically rub the soapy plate. My bloodshot eyes spot the treehouse in the old...

“Hey Dave, remember when we watched the Colbert Show a few weeks ago and Elton John was on?” I ask my husband. “Sure, Laurie. What about...

I have started this story in my head at least a hundred times, probably more. I love my house in Washington State, but I am only able to...

Each month, as part of the “Find Your Voice in Writing” class, the writers are asked to compose a 100-word paragraph based on a prompt....