I’m losing sleep over this story ending. Help me out!

Books & Buzz Magazine, February 2020, Volume 2 Issue 6Editor’s note: This story comes to us courtesy of Cynthia A. Jensen, independent author and occasional columnist for Books & Buzz Magazine.

I found myself intrigued with the ending, and wanted to invite our readers to come up with their own endings—so I can stop losing sleep over this!

Have a read, and be sure to leave a comment afterwards:

The Letter
by Cynthia A. Jensen

A letter arrived, and the news was not good. At least for Lani, anyway. I didn’t know anything about it until she came home from work and ripped the envelope open.

“Oh, no. No, no, no,” she cried, putting her head in her hands.

“What is it?” I asked, getting up from the sofa and approaching her. I put my arm around her shoulder. “Let me see.”

She moved away from me and started stomping around the living room. “Why?” She threw her hands in the air and shook the letter. “This is so unfair!”

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” I sat back down on the sofa and picked my book back up.

My sister flopped beside me and reread the typed print on her letter. I bent over towards her to try and catch a glimpse of what she was having a spaz about, but she pulled it away to the other side of her so I couldn’t see.

“What are you doing?” She asked, glaring at me with a look in her eyes I rarely saw.

“Just trying to see what is making you so upset.”

“It’s not any of your business,” she screamed. “You may be my sister, but you don’t have to know EVERYTHING that goes on in my life!”

“You’re right,” I scoffed and left the living room and headed for the kitchen. Guess who followed me in.

“I don’t believe this!” She said waving the letter around.

I got the pitcher of iced tea out of the refrigerator. “Want some?” I asked.



“Yes, please,” she mocked. I poured two glasses of tea and placed them on the kitchen table. We sat down and each took a sip.

“Needs sugar,” Lani commented.

I got up and grabbed the box of sugar and two iced tea spoons and put them on the table. I measured out two spoonfuls of sugar and stirred my tea. My sister poured a ton of sugar in hers and stirred. There was so much sugar in her glass it looked like a snow globe.

“Nice.” I said, rolling my eyes and taking a sip from my glass.

“I don’t care about anything anymore. I wish this was a whiskey sour. I can’t believe they would do this to me.”

She was talking about the letter again. I kept trying to steal glances, but she noticed every time and moved it further away from me.

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on, or are you going to be a drama queen for the rest of your life?” I asked.

Her cell phone rang at that exact time, and she answered it with tears. “Hi, Kellie. You won’t believe what came today in the mail.”

I thought I would finally find out what was going on. My sister looked at me and picked up the envelope and left the table, unknowingly leaving the letter behind. Finally, I thought. Now I can see what the hell she was having a conniption about. So, as I reached out to pick up the letter, I knocked my iced tea over on it.

Picking up the wet letter, I saw the words all smeared together. Now it was my turn to throw a fit, because I would never know what the letter was about.

The End

Can you come up with an alternate ending? Leave a comment below with your version of the ending, along with a link to your site!


This week, we’re writing about a bridge

What are we up to in the Page-a-Week Writers Club?

We’re letting our imaginations run wild with this week’s writing assignment, which is to write a short short story (about 250 words) that starts with the following sentence:

The bridge was out.

I plan to share the answers with everyone next week, so if you want in, join the Club!

We’re having a writing prompt contest!

This week’s writing contest is on!

Stop by the Page-a-Week Writers Club, where we’re having a contest this week around this writing prompt:

Your main character goes back in time 20 years, and notices one particular thing that makes him or her feel right at home…and not want to return to the future. What is it?

Here’s how to enter the contest:

  1. Join the Page-a-Week Writers Club
  2. Compose your response (at least 35 words) on your blog
  3. Contact me to send me the link to your blog post!

Can you write 35–40 words about this picture?

Today’s visual writing prompt from the Page-a-Week Writers Club:

In 35–40 words, describe the scene. Feel free to make up any details about what’s going on, any characters involved, etc., in order to make it work for your genre. With only 35—40 words available to you, word economy is key!

Post your response in the comments below, and if you’re not already a member of the Club, join in!

Photo credit: Marcelo Quinan

Writing prompt, anyone? Let’s get that river of creative energy raging

Today’s visual writing prompt: Your favorite character somehow ends up in this setting. What is he or she thinking (or saying) right now?

For inspiration, think about how your character would react to a setting like this, the events that may have led your character here in the first place, or any surprises that await.

Photo credit: Ales Krivec

You can write as much as you want, but 35–40 words is plenty. Why only 35–40 words? I want to give you a taste of everyday life in the Page-a-Week Writers Club.

Post your response below, and star any others your like!

Then, find out more about the soon-to-be-launched Page-a-Week Club:

Writer’s block? This picture might help

Thursday off to a slow start? Here’s something fun to get the creative juices flowing.

Your challenge: write the first paragraph of a hypothetical novel based on this picture, and post it in the comment section below so we can all read it.

Any genre is fine!

Not sure how? Here are some tips for writing an introductory paragraph:

Go for it! Post your paragraph below, and be sure to “star” any others you like!