MESA WRITERS.COM December 20, 2024

MESA WRITERS

A group of writers Meets at Mesa Senior Center

247 North Macdonald Street

480-962-5612

on Fridays from 9:30 A.M. till 11:00 A.M.

A monthly writing challenge: This is a great opportunity to try new things and push yourself as a writer. Each month, we will give you a prompt to write about. You can submit your work to the group for feedback or write for yourself.

A weekly critique group: This is a chance to get feedback on your work from other writers. We will meet once a week to discuss our work and give each other feedback.

Stalled Stories

Do some research if you're stuck on a particular scene or plot. See if you can learn anything that will help you move forward.

Writing Prompts

Below is a list of locations and Characters for a story. Use them to write a story.

Mesa Writers

State Name Population
California Pomona 146,017
New York Riverhead 35,723
Minnesota St. Petersburg 261,000
Delaware Baton Rouge 221,000
New Hampshire Evansville 112,000

People

First Name Last Name Sex Age Occupation
Callie Ward Female 27 Pharmacy Aides
Opal Richardson Female 48 School Bus Monitor
Madelyn Jordan Female 32 Respiratory Therapists
Kinsley Abbott Female 27 Kindergarten Teacher
Ruby Bradford Female 33 Veterinarian
Sophi Lawson Female 52 Radiologist
First Name Last Name Sex Age Occupation
Boris Morales Male 50 Butcher-Meat Cutter
Dwayne Colson Male 44 Septic Tank Service
Fraser Davis Male 38 Surveyor
Jarod Lee Male 26 Wellhead Pumper
Kyle Rivera Male 48 Purchasing Manager
Melvin Kim Male 54 Firefighter

Below is a story that used the above prompts. You may finish the story. Or write your own.

Help to create

Write a poem about the beauty of nature.

Write a travel guide for your favorite city.

Books to help with writing

Help with writing

Books Written by Mesa Writers

Short Story for You to Read

Short Story This Month

by Rick Jackson

A Lonely Tree

It looks like I stand here all day, doing nothing alone.

But as I look over the valley and see the pine and aspen trees on the next hill, they talk to each other. When a storm comes up, they lock branches, helping to hold each other up.

I stand here alone. The wind blows as if trying to pull off my limbs. Then, the rain and lightning. That scares me. I wonder when one bolt will strike me, sending an electrical shock through my limbs.

Once in a while, some birds come by and land on my limbs, talking and chattering. I even get some kids; they climb and jump on my limbs, trying to break them.

Then one day a couple came by and sat down leaning against my trunk. Talking about their lives. They came by every week. I looked forward to them coming by.

One day, they came by, and the man took out a knife, cutting my trunk. The pain shot through all my limbs and into my leaves. Why did he do this? Then they both held hands and rubbed the cut, the pain stopped as they caressed the cut, it felt soothing.

As the years passed on, they came by and rubbed the heart-shaped cut on my trunk. Laughing and talking about their life, and how long ago they cut the heart on my trunk.

Then, one day, the girl came by herself. I looked but could not see the man. He was nowhere in sight. She hugged my trunk, then started to cry, rubbing the cut on my trunk. It felt soothing and refreshing but somewhat painful like the day the cuts were made. It was as if I had lost a part of me.

I can’t help but wonder, where is the man?

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