Wednesday Writing III

Well, it’s Wednesday so it’s time to revisit our collaborative community “novel” … or at least a short story.

To recap, I am inviting readers – and that includes my Reveille/Between the Lakes readers as well – to contribute to an ongoing story. As long as there is interest, we’ll continue to advance the storyline.

I have no expectations about where the story will go. In fact, I don’t even have a storyboard or outline. I’m trusting in your imagination and direction. Will it end up being a mystery? A romance? A comedy? A drama? A slice of life? Inspiration?

We’ll decide together.

I started you off, Catherine moved us along and dj submitted this week’s addition. As we move forward, together, we will flesh out the storyline, develop characters, possibly throw in some curves or red herrings. In the end I hope we will be able to come up with a readable piece we will all be proud to share with family and friends.

Here is where we are at so far …

I was driving alone on the dark black asphalt, seeming darker because of ominous clouds on the horizon ranging from dark gray to puffs of white. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of white as the sun tried to peek out from behind the clouds. It didn’t succeed, but first a ray rained into the picture, followed by a halo of rays.

My name is Samantha … but this is not the beginning of my story.

As I caught the rays, my mind drifted back to the time I was driving my preschoolers to swimming practice. There was a similar canvas in the sky that day. They thought the light was heaven shining through. Interesting they made that connection. And it led to a brief discussion about Jesus and heaven.

I don’t know why that thought entered my mind right now. My children are well past preschool age. I miss those simple times. We had a moment to be very present with each other. Priceless is the time spent driving children to and from their events. Soon, we would be caught up in the busyness of life again.

The rays disappeared as quickly as they had appeared as the clouds stitched themselves closer together, and I was once again left with just the asphalt and the clouds. The darkness sucked away the happy memories and I was left with nothing but the task at hand. Though I was driving toward the darkest patch of clouds, I willed the car to reach the horizon quicker, although I was in no hurry to return to my girlhood home. There weren’t always happy memories. And I knew I would have to face those demons again …

There you go, readers. We still have to develop Samantha’s story. We have a flashback, but why is she on the road? We know she is going home but we haven’t revealed that destination yet? And why is she returning home? What is her history, relationships, story?

All you have to do is put down your thoughts and get them to me. You can post your ideas as comments on the blog – remember everyone will see them, so the “surprise” factor might get lost – or you can e-mail me directly at Each Wednesday I will continue the story on the blog, along with that week’s attribution. I hope we can have some fun with this.

Remember, comment at or e-mail me at

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: God wants to bless you right where you are.


About wisdomfromafather

I'm just an ordinary guy walking along the journey of life.
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