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“Dunno, Jimmi.” Patrick stared at his cell and the clouds that gathered there. Building themselves into a wall of alarming color, they ticked across the screen until the county outline was obliterated, over and over again. “Weathercast says storms all day. The summer festival is gonna be a washout.” Continue reading
The party boat, a tall red cruiser, shudders in its own wake, loosely tethered to dock’s end by a thin rope dipping in and out of the slowly rolling waves; behind it, dark clouds gather with increasing speed and the winds pick up.
“C’mon,” he hollered over the southern-fried blare and bass from the boat’s own speakers, adding “It’ll be fine and I’ll protect you like I always have!” Continue reading
Source: Loomis Dean
The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: MOVE. Visit, comment, and write & perhaps post your own on SIX SENTENCE STORIES. The Café is open, always welcoming. Come as you are!
“Unbelievable,” she muttered, barely suppressing the scream gathering like a Kansas twister in the very core of her belly. Continue reading
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Stopped on the stair
Halfway here and partway there
Nature’s tunnel narrows the path
Limits the options, like algorithm’s math Continue reading
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“Well, that was a trial and a half,” muttered Louisa as she stalked away from the National Gallery of Lead Glass Bottles and Rodents of Unusual Sizes. Continue reading
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Many thanks to Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr for their photo prompt, The Unicorn Challenge (05/31/2024). No more than 250 words in length.
Marjorie awoke, the song in her heart matching those of the birds twittering in the sunrise. Stretching her pale, lithe arms over her tousled head, she rolled out of bed, feet fairly dancing on the wood floor of her new Uptown apartment.
Change was in the air. Continue reading
The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: LIFT. Visit, comment, and write & perhaps post your own on SIX SENTENCE STORIES
The marina is silent at this hour of the morning, sunrise more a wish than anything else, the partiers in the far slips for larger boats having finally gone to sleep. Continue reading
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