At the January 17 New Year's Celebration, members were invited to read their 50-word extensions of one of six first sentences. Below are some of the stories they read.
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It was bound to happen sooner or later. I hope they’ll have a few days of happiness before the past starts to catch up with them. Maybe she’ll never find the farewell letter I sent. Maybe he’ll never locate the gun.
--Jinny Batterson
I can’t go, not without Alex. I would be a distraction. People who know what happened might politely avoid me so they don’t have to mention him. But people who don’t know might ask me or someone else. It wouldn’t be fair to the newlyweds.
--Sandra Yeaman
It's not my wedding. I don't know the bride or the groom. Some floozy at the bar tonight asked me to go with her. It's a big wedding, she said. The booze is free. She told me she slept with the groom once. That was her big mistake.
--Corey Lynn Fayman
“And you forgot to tell me something?” The champagne flute slipped out of Allison's hand.
“I know,” Michael approached; his crisp tuxedo, long strides – handsome as ever, melting her in his embrace he whispered, “I just didn't want to upset you, but my mom invited my ex-!”
--Terry Bell

There we were. No land in sight. And no paddle.
Our boat looked like it was sitting on an enormous sheet of glass.
The silence was deafening.
The only thought I had was: What. The. Fuck.
--Mardie Schroeder
I looked ahead at my daughter, cringed. I’d pushed too hard. I can do 15 miles a day with a full pack but her swimmer’s feet aren’t used to long days on trail. I also hadn’t accounted for the rock scramble of Pennsylvania before the nauseatingly humid slap of Maryland.
--Jessica Brodkin Webb
We stowed the canoes as the rain poured. We pitched the tents in record time, and I unrolled the garbage bags, ripping head and armholes. Tentbound, the girls cried, soaking wet. I dry shaved my legs, told scary stories, and woke with friends.
--Christina Buffington
I’ll keep it that way. It’s said, if two people know a secret, it’s no longer a secret. So … You really wish to know what happened to her, eh? Well … Wish all you want. I’ll never tell.
--Bob Riffenburgh
I heard them fighting. Then, a scream. Later, silence. I watched from my window as he dragged the heavy trash bag across the garden and to his car. When he leaves, I'll follow. They say I'm only twelve. But I'm strong, and my bike is fast. What could go wrong?
--Marcia Buompensiero
And I'm not telling. Suffice it to say that she has never participated in legalizing a marriage, and her parents named her Robert--nickname Bobby--at birth. Bobby Salazar.
--Rachel
And I can't tell you because Mr. Brown mustn't find out where she is. That Narcissist shriveled the amazing Nancy Adams into an insecure, terrified couch cushion he sat on.
She's still scared to stand up to him. But a powerful, courageous first step is escaping his filthy claws.
--Margaret Harmon
That matched my mood. I sat on the bed caressing the fully loaded Ruger LCP Max cradled on my lap. As my mind swirled with conflicting emotions, hate, love, grief, I closed my eyes imagining pulling the trigger. Then, I heard my father's footsteps on the stairs.
--Sandra Stahl
… If only my life were that simple. If only seeing Charlie last night meant that the storm would rage and bluster for a while and then move on. Problem solved. Simple. But no. In my world, the storms build and wind rages in the searing light of day.
--Paul Banks

They lied. Stories arrive like rain—unannounced. Then vanish.
Stranded in California with a suitcase meant for one year that stretched decades, voices returned:
Peasant workers whose labor fed a nation that never learned their stories.
If these stories remain unread, the world has not yet made room.
--Wanjiru Warama
She was broken, hopeless, lost.
A deep desperation within her spirit.
It would take an act of GOD to give
her freedom from destruction.
She looked up from the bottom of
the grave and heard His voice calling,
"Come to Me"---That was GOD!
--Marie DiMercurio