C.cada (Cornerstone Christian artist’s day apart) was begun in an effort to give artists from every genre an opportunity to come together to discover, develop, and deploy their talents in ways that will better the church and the community.

Last month you will remember our group project was a writing challenge using the Bop form of poetry. A few months before we were challenged to write a piece of flash fiction from a prompt. Here are some of the results.

Deb Maciorowski 

C.cada writing exercise in Poetry

The Bop

 

 

That Light

 

The end of the month is coming

If time could stand still

All could be accomplished.

I could earn more money

Maybe an oil change

Would smooth things out

 

Focus, focus, distracted by the light!

 

Hopeful that the light goes out

Call Bob to schedule

Next Wednesday at 6pm

Drive in, light still on

How long will it take?

Where will the money come from?

Keep on praying!

 

Focus, focus, distracted by the light!

 

Disconnected the wire

Light finally out!

Picked up, turn lights on and off

Left turn signal now the right

Failed inspection again- Drive out

Turn corner at stop sign—Nooooo! Not again!

 

Focus, focus, distracted by the light!

Sandy Freeman

CCADA writing prompt

“Ben’s Crossing”

 

“Poppy, just one more story, PLEASE!!!”  Eliza pleaded.

“Alright, then it’s off to bed, agreed?”  Poppy sternly stated masking his grin.

“Tell me the one about Christoff,” Eliza burst out, barely controlling her excitement.

“Let see, how does it go?  Oh, yes,” Poppy closed his eyes as he stroked his goatee.  “School was out promptly at 2p.m., Christoff sauntered off towards “Big-Ben”.  It was October; the leaves were explosive with color as if splattered across a woody canvas.  Christoff loved autumn; the air was breathable, not sticky with humidity but soothing scarcely requiring a sweatshirt.  He adorned one about his waist; it helped hold up his weary jeans, frayed by the treading of his red canvas sneakers, one inevitably needing to be tied.  This day particularly stood out for Christoff as he grew older, his heart would be perpetually changed; though he would not acquaint the transformation till years later at a once close friend’s funeral, Pastor Quinn.

Christoff and Sean became immediate friends upon their first meeting at church.  They typically met at “Ben’s Crossing” after school.  Now “Ben’s Crossing” was situated deep in the woods, a place where the explosive painting became somewhat smudged due to the obvious lack of sunrays.  Here is where “Big-Ben” stood.

“Do you remember “Big-Ben” Eliza?”  Poppy inquired.

“It’s only the biggest, gigantic old oak tree ever made by God!”  Eliza exclaimed.

“Well I guess you have been listening to your old Pops after all,” Poppy grinned with a twinkle in his eyes.  “Now where was I?  Oh yes, “the race”.”

Usually they would spy each other from a distance; and then “the race” was on to see who could reach “Big-Ben” first.  For some reason Christoff reached “Big-Ben” ahead of Sean.

Sean usually edged Christoff out by one-hundredth of a second.  But this day Christoff had victory, he outran Sean for the first time ever.  Christoff pranced around Sean like a proud peacock, unable to see the lack of expression on Sean’s face.

“CHRISTOFF, PLEASE STOP!” Sean squeaked.

Christoff immediately halted, “WHAT!  Can’t a guy enjoy such a historic event?”

“My parents are getting a divorce!”  Sean snapped out fighting back the tears welling up in his eyes.

Christoff stood dumbfounded not really knowing what to say or how to comfort his friend.  Then Christoff remembered the theme at VBS last year, “Pray for a friend in need”.

“Let me pray for you?”  Christoff said softly placing his hand delicately on Sean’s shoulder.

Sean nodded with an unspoken yes, as a tear streamed down his cheek.

Christoff spoke softly with his hand still upon Sean’s shoulder, “Dear Jesus, please help my friend and his parents, let them see you in each other and in their son, Sean.  Oh, Jesus they need you!  Amen!”  Christoff raised his head, his jaw dropped.

“What?”  Sean said puzzled by his friend’s expression.  He heard the crunch of autumn leaves behind him.  He turned…there stood Mr. Quinn, Sean’s father tears streaming from his eyes with outstretched arms.

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