The Day I Grew Up
Each month, the “Finding Your Voice in Writing” classes write flash fiction pieces of one hundred words or under, with inspiration from a...
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Finding Your Own Voice in Writing
Swedish MS Center Creative Writing Program
The stories below are written by the Swedish MS Center Writing Class, which began virtually in March 2020. We started with flash fiction (stories of 100 to 1000 words) on the premise that if you learn to write a good paragraph, you can expand it into a good story. With the goal of eventually publishing a book, our writers are continuously writing and improving their memoirs and short stories. Below are a selection of these stories.
The stories and views expressed here are those of each individual author. Authors are encouraged to choose their own topics for each prompt. All opinions, language, or reflections are those of the author and do not represent Swedish Medical Group.
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Well, we finally achieved our goal and published our book in December 2021!
Stories from Our Center: Lives Challenged by MS is officially on sale at Amazon!
All proceeds from the sale of this book support the Swedish MS Center Endowment for Supportive Care Services to help us continue to offer wellness programs like this for anyone living with MS. Thank you for your support!
This group is continuing to write and will welcome new members to a beginner class in March 2022. We will continue to feature some of our stories here each month. If you have any questions about this program, or the MS Center at Swedish, please contact erin.carper@swedish.org
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Garden Reflections
The bright scarlet tulips with yellow and black centers were so vibrant when first put into the crystal vase; now the petals have opened...
The End of the Road
“Is there a reason you felt we needed to accomplish everything on our first day here?” I implore Jason as we pull into the Department of...
Gloria and Dave's Grand Adventure
A word from Laura, the author: My writing class assignment this month has been to read short stories in several genres, reading with the...
The Stars at Night
"The stars at night, Are big and bright, clap clap clap clap, Deep in the heart of Texas…" The radio tune drifts into my trailer bedroom...
Lost in the Stacks
Staring out the window, I watch the raindrops dripping off the leaves and settling in a huge puddle under the tree. I’m thinking about...
A Creek, A Wooded Path, and a Meadow
Slowly, I follow the meandering of the gently flowing creek, its surface dancing with reflections of the early morning sun, its song soft...
A Roma Keepsake
Purposefully crushing the yellow charlock and purple bell heather under the heels of her boots in frustration and agitation, Selina...
If Only
It was a city I had been eager to explore for years. With my separation now official almost three months to the day, I had coerced my...
Italian Aisle Chair
“Gobble!” I yell into the phone, “What up?” “Yeah, man. How are you doing, Stonnyman?” “Great. I got your invite—congratulations! I just...
Ode to Camp Brown
My husband Nick and I are sitting indoors, reading. We're inside because the air outdoors is filthy. The Bolt Creek forest fire is out of...
Magical Ferris Wheel Ride
Jessica, my first love, FaceTimes me last night and tells me she's in Seattle for an Ophthalmology convention. We hit it off and agree to...
“Sandcastles at the Beach” Picture Prompt Paragraphs
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...
Buddhist Ways at the Funhouse
Content Warning: this piece contains strong language and references to death and suicide. Names and some details have been changed to...
Thorny Hideout
Looking across the pebble-strewn road at the grassy hillside, Reed saw the green blades swaying in the wind, beckoning him to come back...
Coach Ford Loses
Nobody in charge of youth activities today would get away with what he did in those days. You can still represent the ideals he espoused,...
Sasquatch
Johnny pulls the boxes of empty produce boxes on the hand truck into the back room. “Way to pound it out, JJ,” says his boss. “Go ahead...
The Search
“Gary? Gary Land?” “Al Tietjen! Damn! Long time no see. What are you doing here?” This was an unexpected twist to today’s scheduled plot....
Listen to Your Art
“Can we go home now?” I whine as I tug on my sister’s arm. Pulling with both of my hands—so I can use all my strength—I dig in my heels...
A Dark and Stormy Night
There were six of us in three double sea kayaks. We were paddling into Glacier Bay, camping along the way. My brother Roy dreamed up this...
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