And now on to the weekend challenge. This weekend what we are asking from you is a little bit different (again). Many of you regularly submit fictional responses to our prompts. This weekend we are asking for a bit of your memoirs. We want a real account of a period in your life that can be clearly identified by (wait for it) the number three. Maybe it’s the three decades you spent flipping burgers. Maybe it’s the three seconds you hesitated justifiably before saying “I do.” We’d like for your story to be true-ish, and we’d like for it to be an artistic creation, not just a play-by-play account. Think less “blog post” and more “creative writing.”
Obviously, these criteria are about as subjective as they come, but we are convinced that you guys will deliver the fantastic and that we’ll know it when we see it. You have from 0-333 words to get it done. Have fun. And good luck!
As another pain ripped through my belly I tried very hard not to scream, but the screams were getting louder. I just couldn’t help myself. My husband had been through this before. Just then the doctor told me to push and believe me I wasted no time in pushing child number three out. The doctor sang “Happy Birthday” and my husband was entranced with the vision of his son. This was our last child and he wished with all of his heart for a son to add to our family of girls. His wish came true!