Beyond the Bend

/ Liz H-H / 18 Comments
open-faced pocket watch

Join us for a weekly blog party in Six Sentence Stories, hosted by Denise and attended by some mighty fine, fun folk. Prompt word=STEAM. Read, write and come back for more SIX SENTENCE STORIES. 

To one direction, the railroad tracks led through a town choked and busy with deals being made, horses drawing carriages to protect the well-heeled inhabitants, and creaking wagons wide open and welcoming the cloudless sky, their boots crammed with sleepy children after a successful day at market, wedged in between baskets and the few wares that hadn’t sold; beyond the town’s borders, dusty roads and half-grown fields shimmered in the late-day heat.

They were all returning home, but she was not.

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Pick a Card

/ Liz H-H / 20 Comments
Black cat reading a magic book

Join us for a weekly blog party in Six Sentence Stories, hosted by Denise and attended by some mighty fine, fun folk. Prompt word=PUZZLE. Read, write and come back for more SIX SENTENCE STORIES.  (Link goes active Wed night).

Shuffle the cards, cut, and cut again to unlock the puzzle of how to move forward. The Literary Oracle Deck is elegantly boxed and illustrated, its sleek guidebook rich with character, guidance, and affirmation, especially if you’ve read the literary stories that inspire.

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Landlocked

/ Liz H-H / 14 Comments
Woman observing three giraffes in a savanna landscap
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Just for fun.

Join us for a weekly blog party in Six Sentence Stories, hosted by Denise and attended by some mighty fine, fun folk. Prompt word=SIGNAL. Read, write and come back for more SIX SENTENCE STORIES.  (Link goes active Wed night).

The steel fence was chilly on the meat of her forearms, so she rolled down her sleeves, not bothering to button the cuffs; the sun would come out from behind the clouds any time now.

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Let’s Get Real 1 and 2

/ Liz H-H / 20 Comments
golden butterfly on purple lilacs

Join us for a weekly blog party in Six Sentence Stories, hosted by Denise and attended by some mighty fine, fun folk. Prompt word=HELP. Read, write and come back for more SIX SENTENCE STORIES.  (Link goes active Wed night).

Let’s Get Real 1

It started out as an uncomfortable late-morning meeting over tea with her aunt, in which Elsa dressed as her mother had always insisted: pressed, pleated skirt; stiff white blouse with a Peter Pan collar; frilly-topped white anklets inside white sandals with slippery soles not meant for running.

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Faltered Kiss

/ Liz H-H / 30 Comments
Goofy headshot of the author, surprised. Hello!

Join us for a weekly blog party in Six Sentence Stories, hosted by Denise and attended by some mighty fine, fun folk. Prompt word=FLAG. Read, write and come back for more  SIX SENTENCE STORIES.   This is all I got for you right now!

My head is hot, tight—gimme a squeeze and my eyeballs will pop,
Plop into the space that separates your body from mine—
You’d burn from the kiss I might steal were I not so sick.
But it’s all right.

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JusJoJan26 Day 30: Cinnamon

/ Liz H-H / 3 Comments
face of a black cat

January 30: CINNAMON. Many Thanks to Tessa K. (Itsa me! Nom de Plume) for today’s prompt, as we take a moment or two each day this month to reflect on words that come from the community. And thanks to Linda G Hill for getting us organized!

I don’t know what they put in the new cat food formula the veterinarian gave me, but it sure had an affect on my old Tuxedo cat, Tolstoy. We’ve been together for about 15 years, and he’s gone from fluffy, with wizard locks beside each ear and a sage, but kittenish expression, to a bony-bummed, splay-legged, swinging belly, rheumy-eyed dreamer who seeks the sun’s warm rays in winter, but loves snuggling at night. We have a lot in common, in our respective old ages.

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JusJoJan26 Day 29: Prompt

/ Liz H-H / 2 Comments
juicy tangerine wedges

January 29: PROMPT. Many Thanks to Cheryl for today’s prompt, as we take a moment or two each day this month to reflect on words that come from the community. And thanks to Linda G Hill for getting us organized!

Watcher Doings Extra: Ferah

“Sittin’ on the dock of the bay, watchin’ the tide roll away…”

God knows she’d spent plenty of time staring out at the waves, the gulls bobbing like whitecaps let loose when the winds picked up on gray afternoons. When cold rain dimpled those same white-capped waves on stormy days, she’d stand in the treasures she’d found in the shed, the fisherman’s long jacket flapping around her long legs, a sou’wester tied under her chin, her feet bare and near frozen, but turned northward. The scene was different than what her deep-forested homeland offered up, and sometimes she thought she’d grown up in the wrong place, wrong time.  

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