When you can dance and write at the same time!
Bring on the warm season, arising from the cold.
Beautiful Yes
Author: Liz H-H
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Many thanks to Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr for their photo prompt, THE UNICORN CHALLENGE. (04/18/2025). No more than 250 words in length.
It was a toss-up, for sure. What was the look for the evening gala? And what kind of statement did he want to make?
Continue readingWeird Kids
The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: LEASE. Visit, comment, and write & post your own on SIX SENTENCE STORIES. The Café is open. Come as you are!
Sulei had been hanging around the group of weird kids, watching how the insiders related with one another, how outsiders were treated, how permeable the boundaries were…whether it felt “safe.”
Continue readingMud Sweat
A little ‘fridge poetry to welcome the Spring (and yes, it’s driving me bazoinkers that ‘marriage’ is misspelled).
Haunted
The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: HAUNT. Visit, comment, and write & post your own on SIX SENTENCE STORIES. The Café is open. Come as you are!
Past midnight in a late winter thaw, Eddie stretched his limbs, smooth as ectoplasm and pale as the silver moon that shone in through the basement window. He’d grown tired of waiting, but why did he even care?
Continue readingFarewell
Many thanks to Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr for their photo prompt, THE UNICORN CHALLENGE. (04/04/2025). No more than 250 words in length.
“We clear to go?” The voice was hesitant, a little high-pitched with emotion. The Gatekeeper laid a firm hand on his bony shoulder and squeezed hard. A finger to her lips wouldn’t carry in the darkness. She didn’t want to risk touching his. God knew how many pocked asses he’d kissed to get to that high level of the OliOrg, before crashing and burning.
Continue readingTrouble
The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: FLAKE. Visit, comment, and write & post your own on SIX SENTENCE STORIES . The Café is open. Come as you are!
The counter at the dive bar was sticky, and it grasped at her forearm as she lifted another whiskey to her pursed lips, which were dangerously numb at this point.
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