Writing Prompt: Freedom


I want to challenge you all with this writing prompt. My goal is to get those who participate to consider their lives and all of the moments where they have experienced freedom. I’m not talking a shallow sense of freedom but a personal liberation so grand that it moved you. So this week consider every facet of your life, dig deep and think widely, and write about that exact moment.

As is true with every week, those who post will get featured on my Saturday post (free publicity!) Depending on the amount of participation, I’ll even post the work to social media and have it go the rounds adding to the traffic that goes your way. So what do you have to lose?


Write-up Wednesday: Open Submissions

I’ve decided to revitalize my effort to get submissions onto the site as guest posts. I want the site to become a bit less about my own writing get an even wider view of writing as a whole. This will take content of various sorts from voices different than my own.

So what am I looking for in submissions? I’m looking for articles on creativity, inspiration and writing, I’m looking for book reviews or analysis of literature in any form. I’m also looking for poetry and short fiction. All of the above would take the place of one of my weekly blog posts, i.e. an article on inspiration will take the place of my Monday inspiration posts. Accepted fiction and poetry are moved to the weekend when I would post my own material.


  • Articles on Creativity, Inspiration, Writing and Book Reviews/Analysis:
    • I know it’s absurd but my projected word count for these articles is about 300-700 words. That’s not a lot of playroom and I apologize. I just like to keep my posts that short for brevity sake.
  • Poetry:
    • If a long work of poetry it my not exceed 5,000 words
    • You may send multiple poems up to a limit of 7 poems
      • Total word count should not exceed the above limit
  • Fiction:
    • I do not do excerpts from novels
    • Word count is between 1,500 and 5,000
    • Genre Restrictions: None

Send all inquiries to Writingsbyender@gmail.com. Writingsbyender is a sole venture, so I can’t guarantee that I will get to your work in a timely manner but I promise that I will read your work in its entirety for consideration. If I do reject your work for whatever reason, I will ensure to provide genuine feedback and places I think the work can improve.



Writing Prompt: Fear

I’ve been thinking about the role fear plays in fiction. Fear can be so severe as to seem palpable. Fear can debilitate a person from enjoying anything they love. In fiction, fear is the emotional obstacle the protagonist needs to overcome, it is a means to approach the climax. Fear, as devastating as it is, can also be a creative force. It can be the impetus for one to start anew.

For this week’s prompt I want stories and poetry on fear. Take it in anyway you see fit and feel free to interpret and reinterpret fear in anyway you see fit. Leave your prompt work as a comment below, or link this post. Either way, I’ll take a  look at the participants of this and post the winning fiction and/or poetry on my site this Saturday. For those interested in what that looks like, follow this link to last week.

I want to see the depth and darkness of fear.

Writing Prompt Winners, March 6-11

Every Monday I do a prompt challenge for writers to participate and the plan with them was to advertise the best work of fiction from the prompts on Saturday. This was the first week people volunteered their work to my blog and I am grateful for them having done that. So in honor of the participants of the prompt, below are all the entries from the prompt “It was a pleasure to burn“.

The first post is from Booky Glover at https://bookyglover.wordpress.com/

I was angry
Yet the more angry I got
The more my heartbeat rate increased
I was drained physically and emotionally after
I developed a high temperature
I was burning
I wanted to burn
The aftermaths were not delightful after all.

Next is Madathil Rajkumar from https://azuremorn.wordpress.com/
It is a pleasure to burn
By my dad’s summer house and lawn
When father Gabriel takes his turn
With a silver urn and a crown.

Lastly Carl Bystrom at http://www.carlbystrom.com

She threw the token onto the pile in the center of the table.

Chisholm froze. “You serious?”

“I’m always serious,” she said, letting an amused smile curl one corner of her mouth as the eyebrow above it raised. “Even when I’m playing.”

Especially when she’s playing,” chimed Davis. He’d folded on the previous round, his tongue, and his wisdom, loosened by whiskey. A tight player when he was sober, Davis had dropped to two gold pieces after ordering his fourth glass. “Serious like a dog star…”

Chisholm shot Davis a glance to shut him up and leaned into the light to pick up the small figurine.

Brass. It was polished so smooth it almost felt soft. Meredith watched him fondle the form, a miniature of a Nazaraik, perfect in every detail. Down to the toenails. Meredith had studied the token for hours under a jewelers loupe, the craftsmanship was as spellbinding as the magic itself. She understood what Chisholm was experiencing; she could almost feel the surface glide against her own skin as she watched him roll it between his fingers.

Meredith had collected many treasures on her travels, but the Nazaraik certainly ranked among the rarest. An hermaphroditic pleasure slave, bound to the tiny statue by some curse or indenture. The token gave the owner complete control over the spellbound Nazaraik to which it was tied.

“I don’t have anything to see this with.” Chisholm said, lowering the figure back to the pile. Meredith noted that he didn’t actually let it go.

“You have the Arken.”

“My ship?” Chisholm guffawed. “Well, first off the Arken isn’t worth this much.” He raised the figure and leaned back in his chair, his face swallowed in the relative darkness. Light glinted off the token as he continued to roll it at his fingertips. “And she’s my ship.”

“Do we have a bet?”

The Nazaraik was rare to be sure, but it was one of many pleasures in Meredith’s collection. A pleasure she’d tasted. It was a pleasure to burn. Meredith was hungry for novelty. Just throwing the token on the pile had raised the stakes enough to get her heart moving a beat or two faster. If she succeeded in wresting the ship from Chisholm’s landing bay in a hand of cards, the rush of the win would be a pleasant hit to her endorphin starved system.

Chisholm leaned back to the table and gently placed the statue back on the pile. Then he pulled the Arken’s fob from his pocket and tossed it down next to the brass figurine.

Meredith let her smile spread.

Writing Prompt: It Was a Pleasure to Burn

Today’s writing prompt is inspired by Fahrenheit 451, a book by Ray Bradbury. In the book “burn” refers to book burning but the prompt today is to use the opening sentence dissimilar to the context in Fahrenheit 451. The opening sentence: It was a pleasure to burn.

As usual I am encouraging participation in this writing prompt. Leave your prompt work as a comment below, or link this post in the story you write. Either way, I’ll take a look at the participants of this and all the other prompts I’ve listed so far, and I’ll post the winning prompt work on my site this Saturday.

Let’s see in how many ways you can burn.