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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Confused (08/16/07)

TITLE: Crimson Mornings


Morning light paints the horizon with a blend of sunrise watercolors. Drips of alizarin crimson spread from sky to ocean, and I am captivated by the pink glow coming toward me on the water. Suddenly the scene is awash with memories; memories I want to leave behind in my footprints, hoping they will fade into the sand or be swept away by the ebb and tide and taken out into the depths of forgetfulness. But some bob around like glass floats without nets to anchor them. They are the ones, which return on the crests of the waves again and again, until they lodge in the sand…and there they wait.

I sink to the warmth of the beach and retrieve the persistent sphere. It is round and clear like a water globe. I recognize my life as the seascape within, covered by sands of regret, but no matter how hard I try to shake them loose or turn the globe upside down, they filter back over the beauty of what might have been.

Holding it up to the light, the glass orb reveals your face, and I remember this beach, this sunrise…our love. At least you had said you loved me. I was never more sure of what I wanted until you left me with a part of you to nurture on my own. Questions hovered like seagulls waiting for a handout. How can I keep something that reminds me of the rejection I don’t understand? And yet, how I can I give away the very thing that embodies our love?

Faced with consequences too painful to comprehend, I remember sitting here on the very beach where we had pledged our love. Alone, I had watched the crimson mornings of each passing day slowly fade into dark and lonely nights that made no sense. Why would you leave me? What am I supposed to do now?

“Let go,” said those thought to be wiser. My heart had sided with my emotions; my mind had wrestled with logic. My tears had made the answers to those questions all the more elusive, until time required a decision. I’d held the baby blanket I lovingly had made from sunrise watercolors and ocean blues trimmed in soft sand days. I’d folded the letter I had written to those coming to get our son, but after brushing his newborn cheeks with my lips, I had wavered, just for a moment. Am I doing the right thing? Will I ever know?

I get up and wade at the water’s edge, feel the waves swirl around my ankles and tug at the sand beneath my feet. Do I toss this memory back, on this beautiful crimson morning? Or do I hold on to it…just in case?

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Lynda Schultz 08/23/07
Powerful imagery. You have a wonderful way of getting into your subject's head. Great work.
Verna Cole Mitchell 08/23/07
How beautiful are the pictures you paint so skillfully with words. One sees clearly your confusion and heartbreak that linger through the years. You've brought mastery to the topic.
Dianne Janak08/23/07
Absolutely MASTERFUL writing.. loved the emotion, the description, the wrestling, the humanity of this ... What a gift you have to describe not only the outward scene but the inner struggle...
Joanne Sher 08/24/07
Amazingly vivid and masterful imagery and description. The confusion was palpable. Wonderful.
Betty Castleberry08/24/07
Stunning imagery, as well as a unique take on the topic. You are a true wordsmith. This was a real pleasure to read.
Dee Yoder 08/24/07
I felt my heart breaking when I realized the choice the MC had to make. I can't imagine a more confusing one in any person's life. The pros and cons of this kind of decision would be unbearable and far-reaching into the future. Your writing evoked the feelings of loss and self-questioning the MC was experiencing, and the setting was perfect for the story. I loved the imagery of the glass globe with the sand obscuring a clear picture representing a life memory. Beautiful!
Jacquelyn Horne08/24/07
This is a very sad account.You left the conclusion to the reader, and I choose life. Good read.
Patty Wysong08/29/07
A stunning word picture. It captured me. Beautiful.
LaNaye Perkins08/29/07
Beautifully written. I love how you painted this word picture.
Brenda Welc08/29/07
I loved your combination of words. Greatly written and with such love. I was an adoptee and have met with my birth mother, I'm sure her feelings are conveyed in here! Thanks for sharing your thoughts!
Loren T. Lowery08/29/07
Your abillity to capture emotions, tie them up and bring them front and forward for all to read is evident in this piece.

This tug of war with words must have been difficult for you, but I'm glad you won out and have shared it because it confesses an abiding, undying love we all hope can be found in each of us.

What we love is never lost and the search is what dreams are made of and at times, keeps us going.

Jan Ackerson 08/29/07
Wow--what it must have taken you to write and publish this piece! I'm humbled that you chose to share it with us, and it's very beautiful and moving.
Sara Harricharan 08/29/07
So incredibly heartbreaking. The descriptions, the setting, everything. I feel as if I am there and struggling whether to give up a precious memory of my own, wondering if it will give the release I am hoping for. Great job! ^_^
Kristen Hester08/29/07
This is so beautifully written. It reads like a painting. I felt the confusion and the pain. Thank you for sharing this. Blessings!