I reread the page for the third time, trying intently to focus, but knowing that my mind was already beginning to drift by the third sentence. The door to the frat house flung open. I ripped my eyes away from my dreadfully boring homework as Mike strutted into the room. A mischievous kind of smile was plastered on his face. The kind I had seen many a time before. "Do you want to do something stupid?" he asked. I shook my head and tossed my book onto the couch. "Screw it. My brain is fried for the night. What do you have in mind?" Mike walked over to the big bay window and flung the curtains aside. Pristine white snow coated the ground. "You always talk about how we need to go sledding at the park since you missed it the last time." "Give me one second." Without another word, I ran up the stairs of the house. At the top, I rapped on one of the white doors. It opened a second later. A bearded face greeted me, a neutral expression peering up at me. "What's up?" "Can I borrow your Santa costume?" His brow furrowed. "My Santa costume?" "Yeah. And a sled or something. Any ideas on that?" His eyes widened in realization. "You're not..." I smiled and nodded. He sighed. The next thing I knew, I had a $200 Santa jacket in my left hand, a Santa hat on my head, and a gray storage box lid in my right. I ran back downstairs. Mike hadn't moved. "Let's go!" I said with a grin. I threw the jacket on, shoved something in my pockets, and carried the gray lid close to me as we emerged into the cold. Mike dropped his Hummer's tow cable and I grabbed onto it. I took out my phone and sent a quick message in the dorm group chat, urging all of the freshmen to come outside immediately. Mike drove slowly, relatively speaking. It was a smooth ride. I only flipped over like twice. As we crept closer to our dorm down the college's main street, I saw the confused guys beginning to congregate. "Ho ho ho!" I bellowed. They began to walk towards the road, and the familiar Hummer they all knew far too well. "Merry Christmas!" I gripped the tow cable with one hand, then reached into my pocket and removed a handful of mints. I threw them as far as I could, which admittedly wasn't very far since I was sitting and only had one arm I could use. The freshmen doubled over in laughter.

Clarence and Eileen married in 1917. Clarence was an electrician and they settled on a country plot seven miles from town. Life was good. They were happy when their first child, John was born. The lone son was followed by five beloved daughters: Penny, Marjorie, Joslyn, Mae, and Polly. Of course over the years there were ups and downs, highs and lows; there always are, but the family was close knit. Together they weathered storms and together they savored the good times. Penny was the first to marry and soon had a baby girl of her own, Suzette. Clarence loved being a grandpa. He used to stick a Hershey bar in the front pocket of his shirt for Susie, and she soon learned to look for it whenever grandpa paid her a visit. It was a sad day for the family when they discovered Clarence had pancreatic cancer. In those days nothing could be done. Clarence bore it as well as he could. On the nights the pain was so bad he couldn’t stand it, he would drive the one mile up the road to the church. In those days churches weren’t locked and you could always get in. Clarence would get on his knees looking for relief from God, in whom he put all his trust. After a time, the cancer took over and Clarence was hospitalized. The pain was immense and his life ebbed away. Eileen was with him, never leaving his side, and as the end drew near, John and the daughters rushed to the hospital to be with him. When he lifted his hand one final time, Penny grasped it and held tight. Two floors up in the same hospital a very different scene was taking place, Clarence’s youngest sister, Martha, was in labor. Martha was aware Clarence was in the hospital and not doing well. It seemed that Clarence and Martha’s babe would be like two ships passing in the night, one destined to leave the world as the other entered. As the pains increased, Martha became lost in her labor and thoughts of Clarence slipped away. It was a hard labor. The doctor was worried about the baby. Hours passed, and Martha, exhausted gave one final push and her infant was born. A baby girl. Martha waited a moment and then was happy to hear the baby utter one small cry. Martha had been worried but hearing the cry reassured her. She asked to see the baby, the nurse looked up, concerned, the doctor nodded but said, “Only for a moment. Hurry.”

Hello everyone, Attached is a short story I wrote. I would love to hear some constructive feedback on it, and any suggestions on how I might be able to improve it.

I see some new people have joined the club. If you scroll down general discussion there is a survey Adam posted. I would love to see how others answer the poll question.

Hello writers, We are now about 2/3 of the way through May. At the very beginning of the month, I was hoping to make a post asking everyone to share some writing goals for the month. Due to unexpected circumstances, I did not do that. However, the month isn't over yet. There's still plenty of time to get some writing done. So instead of asking for concrete writing goals, I'm just going to ask a simple question: did you write this month? Did you write as much as you wanted to? If you're not happy with your answer, there's still plenty of time to do some writing and change that. I'll go first. I've done some writing this month. Probably not as much as I would like to have done. I don't keep track of my actual word count or anything when working on my novel, but that might be something worth trying out next month. Or maybe for a given week? I don't know. I do still have some writing aspirations this month. I would like to write two short stories, and keep plugging away at my novel. The first will be in response to my monthly writing prompt because I realized I haven't done anything for that one yet. My other story will just be a fun one that I want to write after having a spark of inspiration the other day. Maybe I can use the upcoming holiday to write and upload those. If you find these kinds of accountability updates helpful, please let me know. I can make more of them to bug you. And if you want personal accountability, I think I can do that too. Feel free to DM me if you want that, and I'll make sure to hold you accountable. Now let's get back to writing!