My Weekly Writing Challenge

Well, thank you Barb for last week’s inspirational challenge. It certainly inspired and there are some strong, emotive pieces for you all to read below. If any of you have any ideas for one of my weekly writing challenges, please contact me. I’d love to know your thoughts. 


My new challenge for you is for you to build on the following opening line:

She wished she hadn’t opened the letter.

What was in the letter? What are the repercussions? It’s up to you.


Now it”s time for your fantastic entries from last week, starting with Barb Cvetnic‘s:

She packed all her trinkets and worldly possessions
Set out to find all those missing life lessons
She grabbed her best friend and her trusty pink brim
Set off for the rails, gone like the wind.


Keith Channing:

I love Daddy. I don’t think Mummy loves Daddy all the time, though. Mummy says I must always be in bed before Daddy gets home from work. Daddy works very hard, and he’s very tired when he gets home. Mummy says when people are very tired it’s easy to make them angry. She must be right, ‘cos when Daddy gets home he’s usually quite angry. It makes Mummy angry, too. Daddy shouts at Mummy a lot when he gets home, and Mummy shouts back. I can never hear what they are saying, though, because I hide my head under my pillow so I can’t hear the words. I know they are both angry, though.

Sometimes, I hear a bang or a hard smack noise, and Mummy starts crying. That makes me cry, too, but I mustn’t let Mummy or especially Daddy hear me crying. I told Mummy once that I heard her cry and that made me cry, but she said I mustn’t let Daddy know I heard it, or he might come into my room while he was still angry, and he might smack me for listening to his private confergation, whatever that is. So I try to be as quiet as I can.

Daddy doesn’t get tired in the day on Saturdays and Sundays, but he goes out to work in the evenings and comes back tired and angry. I don’t know why he works in the evenings though. He’s so nice in the day, Saturdays especially. He usually takes me to the park, or to the zoo, and we have a really nice time. He’s never angry, and he says that even when he is angry, he would never hurt me, because I’m his special little girl. I like being special. I wish Mummy could be special, too.

Mummy was very sad yesterday. Daddy didn’t come home from work, but some men came to see Mummy, and when they went away, she was crying really hard. I didn’t know why she was crying, though. No-one shouted and there were no bangs or smack noises.

I crept down the stairs and heard Mummy talking on the phone to Grandma. She was talking about Daddy, and I heard her say something about the main line. I didn’t know what she meant, ‘cos I’d never seen or even heard a train on the railway line that goes past our house. She said that Daddy had reached the end of the line, and cried some more. I went back to bed and cried, too.

I got up early this morning, put some clothes in my case and got my teddy. I’m going to walk down the main line all the way to the end, to see if I can find Daddy.

I love Daddy.



When the train came my mother told me to hide. I said I wanted to go with her but she said that I must hide and not come out till the train was gone. I started crying and she slapped me. My mother had never slapped me before. She dragged me by my arm to the back of the station, behind a row of bushes. I was crying loudly and she slapped me again and told me to be quiet. She was also crying when she left me.

I sat there angry at my mother and all the people who had gathered at the station. I hugged teddy and looked on through the bushes. Everyone was pushed into the train by those angry looking men. They even left their bags behind. I couldn’t see my mother but I hated her and didn’t go looking for her. The train started moving and I didn’t know what to do. Maybe my mother had also hidden. Or maybe she was on the overcrowded train, leaving me all alone.

I didn’t even want to know because I hated her so much. I hugged my teddy closer and cried. The station grew silent and I fell asleep.

When I woke up I missed my mother even though she had been mean to me. I searched the station but she wasn’t there. No one was there. I couldn’t believe she left me here and went away in that train. But I still loved her because she was my mother. I decided to just follow this track to where she’d gone in the train and find her and then she’d love me again.


Jasdeep Kaur:

Wondrous Train

Grandma said there’s a wondrous train
that could go to any terrain.
Where there’s no sorrow O’ wondrous train,
will you take me there?

Where stars shine, moon smiles
and fairies sing lullabies.
Where no one dies and no one cries,
will you take me there?

I’ve taken all that’s left here,
my lone friend – teddy bear.
Where God hears my prayer,
will you take me there?

Where you took Mommy and Daddy one day,
and took Granny yesterday.
I beg of you, O’ wondrous train,
please take me there.


Alexandra Ellul:

The first time I left home, I managed to get to the front gate before Doreen ran out and grabbed my shoulder. I had walked out in the middle of a talking to, so I wasn’t really expecting to go very far.

The second time I made it out onto the street. She was sleeping that time and I was very, very quiet so I don’t know how she knew I was leaving.

But I didn’t plan it right, you see. I should have done it when Daddy and Doreen were at work.

The third time…

I made it to the train station, only the man with the hat wouldn’t let me on the train. He said I needed a ticket. I gave him the ticket I had made myself, but he said it was no good and asked me where my mummy was. That made me very angry.

‘Well, where do you think I’m going?’ I said. I even placed my hands above my hips like the grownups do when they are being extra mean. Well, Doreen does that. Mummy never did. ‘I’m going to Mummy’s house right now!’

He shook his head very hard and made his face look cross. Then he turned to say something on his radio. But he didn’t hold my hand or anything so I just ran off. Adults can be so stupid sometimes!

Now, if I keep walking along this line I will get to mummy’s house sooner than I can count to one hundred.

Who needs a ticket anyway!





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11 Responses to My Weekly Writing Challenge

  1. She wished she hadn’t opened the letter.

    It wasn’t addressed to her and she should simply have marked it “not known at this address” and popped it back into the post. But she didn’t. She opened it.

    If you asked her why, she would have said something about wanting to be helpful. She was like that. Inquisitive? No. Nosey? Never. Helpful, was our Rosie.

    She had never heard of a Mr A Nchimbi. Sounds African. The people she and her husband had bought the house from, six years ago, were from Wolverhampton; name of Hammond; lovely couple, West Indian as she recalled.

    The letter was from a bank in Nigeria. It said that it was imperative that Mr Nchimbi contact them urgently, as they had a business proposition for him that would earn him a lot of money very quickly, with no risk at all. Rosie decided that she should call them to let them know that they had the wrong address. No doubt they have his correct one on file somewhere.

    She called the bank. She wasn’t worried about the cost, because it was a Sheffield telephone number, and her plan includes UK calls. Didn’t she think it strange, that a bank in Nigeria should have a Sheffield phone number? Not at all; they probably have a branch in Sheffield.

    The man she spoke to at the bank was very grateful for her call, and such a nice young man. He asked her some questions, and suggested that she might like to take advantage of this offer, too. Rosie told him that, following her husband’s death, she had about eighty thousand pounds sat in her account doing nothing, and was delighted when he told her that he could turn that into more than a quarter of a million in less than six months. At his request, she gave him details of the account, so he could manage the investments for her. Such a nice young man; so polite, so helpful, so attentive.

    She never heard any more from him, of course. Eighty thousand pounds was transferred from her account the very same day, it turns out to a bank in the Cayman Islands, but in the six months that followed, nothing came back. She tried calling the Sheffield number, but that was unobtainable. She asked about the bank at the library, where one of the staff very kindly looked them up on her internet, but couldn’t find any trace of them. She went to the police with it all, but they couldn’t help either.

    If only she hadn’t opened that letter!

    • This is a great take on the idea of a letter which someone wishes she hadn’t opened. And this sort of thing happens too! You finish very aptly by taking the circle back to the beginning and her wishing she hadn’t opened the darned letter! As always thank you so much for taking up the challenge.

  2. I should mention – to be read in the style of Alan Bennett

  3. eddy says:

    She wished she hadn’t opened the letter. But how could she have known that it was a bomb. It was the last thought she ever had.

    She wished she hadn’t opened the letter. She cursed the growing ebook market as she read the headline in the local newspaper, “Charming Indie Bookstore, The Letter, Foreclosed”.

    She wished she hadn’t opened the letter. Immediately the letter was closed and the genie said, “you have two more wishes remaining.”

    She wished she hadn’t opened the letter. But now that she had, she was forced to read it even though half her brain was hungover and the other half was still drunk. After all, her success as an author wouldn’t have been possible without her fans.

    She wished she hadn’t opened the letter. The handwriting was that bad.

    She wished she hadn’t opened the letter. There was a grammatical mistake in the very first line.

  4. acuriousgal says:

    Thank you, Esther, for highlighting my poem! I also enjoyed the other entries…such creative followers!!🙋🙋

  5. She wished she hadn’t opened the letter.

    It was bad enough that this now-deceased great aunt she hadn’t known about had left her a creepy-looking mansion in the mountains of northern Pennsylvania. She had also left her a legacy she was certain she wanted no part of.

    At least that’s what the letter said. The letter that had been hidden in a secret drawer in the basement stairs. Who hid letters in staircases anyway?

    Oh, that’s right. Great-Aunt Celeste, or Catherine, or whatever her real name was. No wonder Kyrie’s father kept her away from this eccentric old woman. Apparently, she was far more than eccentric; she was involved in something no good Christian girl would ever even consider.

    Great-Aunt Celeste was a witch.

    And the letter, addressed to her, said that she, Kyrie Carter, was also a witch.

    Oh, how she wished she hadn’t opened the letter….

    • Thank you so much for sending this entry. It kept me intrigued all the way through. I wanted to know just what Great-Aunt Celeste was involved in. No wonder poor Kylie wished she hadn’t opened the letter!

  6. Jasdeep Kaur says:

    She wished she hadn’t opened the letter. Rebecca was no more, but she had left a scar that could never heel. She looked at the age of Rebecca’s son again and again. He was four years old.

    “Why?” she cried.

    The fact that all this happened after her marriage was killing her. Her trust was shattered. George had never changed, nor his love. Then how could he be involved with another woman. How could she trust George again?

    Her mobile rang. It was George’s call. She cancelled it.

    She didn’t conceive even after 10 years of their marriage, but could it be an excuse for such an act? It would have been better if she hadn’t opened the letter. All would have ended with Rebecca’s death. But now she’d have to live with this wound for the rest of her life.

    She received a message. It was from George again. She thought that it must be an excuse for coming late. But Rebecca was no more. Then?

    She picked her mobile and read. It said, “Tony’s ex-girlfriend Rebecca has expired. She wanted us to take the custody of their son. You know Tony; he won’t.”

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