Why We Write


The reasons why you love writing

Writing expresses emotion

Writing expresses experiences

Releases pent up emotions

Describes things I cannot say

Tells a story

Transports writer and reader to new adventures

One writes to express the soul

To invent new worlds

To solve one’s problems

And because a writer loves to write


Never Forget 9/11


Never forget.

Innocent people went to work.

Innocent people died.

Never forget.

Innocent people tried to save lives.

Innocent people made it out.

Innocent people died trying to get out.

Never forget.

Brave souls that went in to help.

Never forget those bravehearts.

Never forget those never found.

Never forget a tragic and heroic day.

9/11 started normal.

Never forget.

The way 9/11 ended.

Never forget to honor this day.

Writing Prompt #5


Closed Doors: What’s behind the door? Why is it closed?

The door is closed.

Why is it closed?

Is it locked? Unlocked?

Is someone in there?

Is the room deserted?

Some terrible secret remained hidden?

Why is my imagination running wild?

Why do people always think the worst?

Could there be flowers in the room?

A child’s room?

A library? A study?

What is in that room?


Writing Prompt #4


“She took the same seat she always does. This time, there was someone with her.”

Everyday, I wait for the subway train. Everyday, I take the same seat. Everyday, I sit alone. Until this one day. A man, not just any man, was seated in my seat. He was more gorgeous than gorgeous. Tall, dark curly hair, long legs, blue eyes deeper than the ocean. It was love at first sight. At least with his physical looks. A gentle smile from his chiseled features. Then he went back to looking at his phone.

Cautiously, I sat beside him. Nothing exchanged between us. I reached my stop and got off. One last glance at him.

Every morning, he was there. And every morning, I sat beside him. Never speaking. Finally, after about a week, I resolved that I was going to speak to him. When I boarded the train, my spot was empty. No one was there. Disappointed I took my seat. Had I lost my chance at love? I felt that I had.

The next day and the following day, he was not on the train. My dark haired stranger. A week passed. Then two. He had not returned. Then I got an answer to my stranger.

A young woman who was always on the train with me. She asked me why two weeks ago I had moved one spot over when my seat was empty. She always took the same seat near me. I gaped at her. I sputtered about the man. Didn’t she see him? There was no man next to me. I was always alone. There was no way she would not have seen this man. He was beyond gorgeous.

Who had my mystery man been? What happened to me? Why had I see him? Why had no one else?

All I knew was that I never saw him again. My ride remained alone and silent as it always had been.

A place back in time- A short story


Imagine a town with no WiFi, no cell phones or cordless phones. Write a short story in which your main character resides in a town with similar restrictions. Is living off the grid a choice? How do the daily tasks and communication of your character differ without the convenience of the tools and technology we often take for granted?


Getting on the bus was the easy part. Getting off the bus was the second easy part. Staying in this backward town was not so easy. I came from New York City. One of the busiest cities in the world. Everywhere one turned there was an electronic billboard or people walking like zombies. Cell phones glued to their hand.

I was so tired of people and their technology. I had even been swept away by it. I had the latest computers, cell phones, televisions and apps for them. I had a smart phone and a smart TV.

Then one day I got tired of it all. I felt mindless. Lost. People online were even more vindictive than people face to face. They always claimed to be available but when I needed them, they suddenly were not. Phones glued to their hand, but they were unable to answer my call or respond to my text. But when I didn’t respond, all hell broke loose.

So, I sold all my high tech devices. Another crock. It costs a fortune to buy these items. Yet selling them, even when they are practically brand new, it sells for a pittance of the original price. I bought an old fashioned flip phone to keep just for emergency purposes.

And I moved. To a small town that banned all electronic devices. Everything was done like it was before the invention of cell phones. Landline phones. Handwritten letters. Neighbors visited each other. Cars were simple too. None of those fancy computer chips. No touchscreens. No Bluetooth connections or WiFi. No internet was allowed in this little quiet town either. People here lived a simpler life. I had grown up with the technology boom. Could I survive without it? I was about to find out.

Hours later, I had settled in my rented and furnished home. Kitchen appliances were simple but worked. There was a television but it looked like it came out of the 70s or 80s kicking a screaming. It was one I vaguely remembered as a child. With a huge stand encasing the TV. There was a remote and when I checked, it only got the basic channels. No cable.

My first days were easy. I got up, had a bowl of cereal for breakfast. Dressed and went to work as a grocery stocker. It was simple work and I didn’t interact with people other than the odd customer not sure where an item was located. It didn’t take me long to know the regulars from the visitors.

At night, I came home had dinner, watched a little TV or read a book and went to sleep before repeating the process the next day.

Neighbors came by and introduced themselves. I was polite but kept to myself. They stopped coming around and even stopped trying to say hello to me if they passed me on the sidewalk.

After about a month, the withdrawal from the instantly connected world was getting to me. Other than newspapers and the local news reports, I had no idea what was happening in the world. It would be easy for me to hop a bus and go to a neighboring town that allowed technology on my day off, but the whole point was to push through this. And if I did, I would be tempted to use technology in this forbidden location.

People lived thousands of years without the technology of today and they survived just fine. One could argue it was that you couldn’t miss what you didn’t know, but they survived all the same.

Like a drug addict, I cracked. Two months later, I boarded a bus. Went to the next town. Bought a cheap laptop and used smart phone. The rest of the day, I spent in a coffee shop getting my fix. Then I returned home. My items hidden in my bag like contraband.

Soon, I was fully addicted. I was sneaking around my house using the technology. Blinds pulled tight. While there was no WiFi in this town, there were limited cell phone towers. Mostly at the edges of town to catch people driving by and not into the town. I was able to hook up to my mobile network and get a weak connection. Many times, I packed the technology away. Buried it deep in the back of my closet. But to no avail. It was soon out again.

Then the inevitable happened. There was a knock on my door. I knocked over my glass of water. Luckily it missed my computer. Peering out the peephole, I saw the sheriff and his deputy. Dashing around, I quickly hid my banned electronics before opening the door.

I was told to pack all my things. They were taking me to the bus station. I was to board the first bus that came and never return. When asked why, they showed me documents that traced illegal cell phone use to me at this house.

While they waited in the living room, I packed all my clothes which was all I came with into my suitcase. I put the banned equipment in the suitcase as well. Then I was escorted by police car, no sirens, to the bus station. People were outside watching our progression. It almost felt like a funeral. Mine.

I bought a bus ticket and boarded the very next bus. Back to New York and the loud busy life for me. Getting off the bus into the loudness of the city was almost a culture shock after the quiet of the small town.

It had been a hard lesson learned. I would never go without technology, but I did learn to curb it and not let it control me. I controlled it.

Writing Prompt #3


Write a story from the point of view of a 100 year old mirror.

I am 100 years old today. Quite a long life I’ve lived. The thing is that I can live for hundreds more years. Because I am a mirror. Yes, a mirror. My frame was craved from an old oak tree. The tree itself was ancient and so it was chopped down to be used for other things. My frame included. Parts of the tree were turned into a claw toed cabinet. For many years, we lived together. Me on the wall. The cabinet below me. Holding various items both on the tabletop and in its many drawers.

Then the day came we were separated. Probably forever. Through my glass, I watched as the chest charted away and out the door. Lots of other items went that day. Estate sale was the term I believed I heard.

As for me, I continued to hang on the wall. Forever seeing and reflecting what looked into my glass. I witnessed families coming together and breaking apart. One such break left a mark on my original glass as a man threw his phone toward a woman he was fighting with and she ducked. The phone hit me leaving a crack. I was nearly 90 years at the time. All original glass and frame. Now I was cracked. The man’s phone cracked too. As it tumbled away from me, I saw an identical crack on it’s glass face. The phone was repaired or replaced. I was left to hang with a crack.

100 years. I lost track of how many people peered into my glass. How many people confided their deepest secrets to me knowing I would forever hold those secrets trapped inside my sand blasted surface.

100 years. I witnessed every emotion possible for a species to do. Happiness, sadness, anger, frustration, fear, silliness, vanity, surprise, envy, excitement, pain, regret, embarrassment and everything in between and more.

10 years. I have hung with the crack going diagonally along my top left center down to the left center side.

100 years. My frame has remained intact. My mirror still clear as the plains on a sunny day. I have remained in the same spot I was placed 100 years ago.

100 years. Dozens of families. Hundreds of people have traipsed by my glass. Some look. Some avoid. Some are tempted.

100 years have passed. 100 more will pass and I will remain taking in everything and revealing only what the seer wants to see.

67 All About Me Questions and Answers


Here is a list of All about me questions.

  1. What is your full name? Teresa Jean Lyons
  2. What does your name mean? Teresa=To Harvest. Jean=God is Gracious
  3. Are you named after anyone? Yes. My father’s sister. And my mother’s aunt.
  4. Does your name make any interesting anagrams? Never thought about it. Probably.
  5. If you had to change your first name, what would you change it to? I like my name.
  6. Where are you from? Canada
  7. Where were you born? Canada
  8. Where did you grow up? Texas
  9. Who did you look up to growing up? Parents, teachers, favorite cartoon heroes of the 80s.
  10. What are your best characteristics? Patient, kind, funny.
  11. Which of your parents are you closest to? Parents are deceased. My mother will she was living.
  12. Which of your parents are you more like? I look like a female version of my father.
  13. Are your grandparents still married? Until they passed away.
  14. What would your parents have named you if you were the opposite gender? No idea
  15. What do you call your grandparents? They died before I was born. Had neighbor friends that I called Grandma and Grandpa.
  16. What is your best physical feature? my eyes. Blue with right eye half green. Called heterochromia.
  17. What is your biggest accomplishment? Getting my first book published.
  18. What is your eye color? Blue with one eye half green.
  19. What is the most important thing in your life? My animals. One dog and one horse.
  20. What has required the most courage of you in your life so far? Dealing with special needs children
  21. Who is your favorite actor? Henry Cavill
  22. Who is your favorite celebrity? Henry Cavill, Donnie Wahlberg
  23. Who is your favorite musician? nkotb
  24. Who’s your favorite person in the world? Henry Cavill
  25. What is your favorite color? Blue
  26. What is your favorite drink? Dr. Pepper
  27. What is your favorite ice-cream flavor? Cotton Candy
  28. What is your favorite music genre? Pop, country, classical
  29. What is your favorite physical activity? Walking, horseback riding
  30. What is your favorite sport? Equestrian related
  31. What is your favorite time of the day? Sunset
  32. What is your favorite type of clothing? jeans and t-shirts
  33. What is your favorite way to pass time? reading, writing
  34. What is your all-time favorite town or city? Why? London. Ancient and modern. Full of history.
  35. What is your favorite candle scent? Mint
  36. What is your favorite social media channel? Facebook, Instagram
  37. What was your favorite subject in High School? History, psychology
  38. What was your least favorite subject in High School? Math
  39. What do you love about your favorite TV Show? Exciting and has one of my favorite actors in it. Donnie Wahlberg.
  40. Are you scared of heights? Partially
  41. Are you high maintenance? No.
  42. Are you a dog person or cat person? Dog
  43. Are you a fan of any sports team? No
  44. Are you a good cook? Decent
  45. Who is the worst boss you’ve ever had? No comment
  46. Can you close your eyes and raise your eyebrows? Yes
  47. Can you do a split? No
  48. Can you touch your nose with your tongue? No
  49. Can you whistle? Yes
  50. Can you dance? Yes
  51. Do you remember your dreams? Sometimes
  52. Do you save old greeting cards and letters? Throw them away? Save for a time. Then discard.
  53. Do you sing in the shower? Yes
  54. Do you sleep with the lights on or off? Off
  55. Do you spell the color as grey or gray? Grey
  56. Do you take any pills or medication daily? No
  57. Do you prefer kissing or cuddling? Both
  58. Do you prefer Titanic or The Notebook? Titanic
  59. Do you have a catchphrase? No
  60. Do you have a garden? No
  61. Do you have a hidden dream that you’ve never shared with anyone? Yes
  62. Do you have a tattoo? No
  63. Do you have a whole lot of acquaintances or just a few very close friends? Why? Few close friends
  64. Do you have any allergies? No
  65. Do you have any birthmarks? If so, where? Yes. Spots on my right arm
  66. Do you have pets? Yes
  67. Do you carry a donor card? No
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