Below is the challenge results for Saturday, June 11, 2005. Challenge: Choose 1 of the 2 pictures below. Write a poem or short story (in 2000 words or less) about the picture you chose.   Written By: © Litha Sonner Daddy Daddy, if you only knew How hard I've tried If you only could see All the tears I've cried I know for a fact That you'd be here today Right by my side Helping me along the way Mommy is sad Almost all of the time My brother cries Though he acts like he's fine We all really miss you And want you back home But we understand That heaven is now your home I hope you can see me Today in the sand Where we used to build castles And walk hand in hand Daddy I love you So much more than you know And I pray that you Can watch me grow Into a woman That you can be proud of With a heart and soul Full of nothing but love Jesus, please make sure Daddy gets my message today I want him to know, I love him Thank you, I pray Written By: © Kimberly Ann As I sit watching my gramma sleep listening to the rhythmic beating of her heart on the heart monitor. It seems to be the only sound I can hear. I lean back in the chair and drift off to sleep. It was a hot summer morning. Suzy and Kenny were teenagers and they were diving through the waves. Their mom and dad, my aunt and uncle had went for a walk along the beach. Gramma and Grampa were young again there were in their mid fifties. The were on a blanket under a large beach umbrella. Grampa was laying on his back with his hat over his face napping. Gramma was propped up watching me. I was about 4 years old. I was squatting down were the ocean meets the shore. I was digging up treasure. All the little shells I could find. I'd fill my bucket and run up to Gramma and show her all I had found. She would get all excited pretending it truly was an amazing treasure. Gramma would take my hand and lead me back to the water and we would sit there and wash all the shells. My whole day went about the same way. I'd empty my bucket in a bag Gramma had brought for me. Then I'd go out and dig up some more. When Grampa would wake up from his naps he'd carry me out to the big waves and jump up above them when they'd come. The nurse came in waking Gramma to get her vitals and woke me up too. After the nurse had left I retold my dream to Gramma as she drifted back to sleep. Digging in the sand The sand felt weird beneath her toes. It was her first trip to the beach. Her mother took her to Sears and asked Sierra which bathing suit she wanted to wear. Sierra picked out the two piece one. Se had placed her bucket and shovel in the backseat and climbed in. She was so excited as her mother placed her travel bag in the floor board. She had packed her coloring book, markers, headphones and favorite tapes. She positioned her pillow and blanket. She could not wait to get to the beach. She wanted to go out there at night. Her mother and father convinced her to wait until the morning. Sierra went to bed with minimual complaint. She was promised after breakfast to go down to the beach. She practically ran down into the crashing waves. She was impatient as her father placed on the sunscreeen. She played for hours. She picked up seashells. She ran from crabs. She lost battles to the waves. Sierra smiled as she dressed Candice. It was a tradition of sorts. Sierra remembered her trip to Sears. Candice opted for an one piece Dora the Explorer suit. Candice carried her leapad and her coloring books. It was of modern of when Sierra had went. Candice saw the waves and lost herself. Sierra laughed as Chad ran after Candice. Sierra took a picture and laughed. The sand felt weird between her toes. Written by © Genta My safe place Where do I go when I can't take it? When I want to run from everyone and everything Where is my secret place? The place I can go to be refreshed The place I can go to leave my problems The place I can receive guidance and instruction In the place, there has to be a friend to understand my need A friend who is never too busy A friend who is not judgmental A friend who will truly listen A person who can provide my confidence A person who offers faith in my weakest hour A person who can provide good advice A person who will catch me when I stumble and fall My safe place is in the arms of Jesus When I can't go on, he is there to encourage me I feel as safe as a little child Written by © Genta Return to the Writing Challenges Main Page The entire contents of this site is copyrighted. Please do not use it without prior permission from the owner or author.