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Watcher Doings 15

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

Ferah found that she was decidedly disinterested in the wiles of diplomacy which her elder brother, Montay wore—as the humans would say–like a second skin; she had happily begun plans to distance herself from the whole business and focus on what she preferred: boots-on-the ground activism, exploring all the different people and cultures that made up the continental fae folk, inserting herself in the daily activities of the human world.

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FlashNano 2025: Day 2

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It’s the final year of FlashNano, by Nancy Stohlman, where we write a flash a day in response to a prompt, or just because. This is a quick write, but it was kinda fun. And I just happened to have the right image!

Crazed chihuahua

Day 2: “Write a story in which something turns into something else.”

Evie woke up on the edge of the property, a sour taste in her mouth, muscles aching, and her bag of Halloween candy ripped apart, treats smashed and scattered just past where dirt meets curated lawn. Rubbing her face and neck, she came away with blood on her hands and a laceration in her shoulder that stabbed as she twisted to see what had happened to her. There was definitely a mark. Could be a knife slash, or— this thought rustled a shred of memory—a slice from a claw, or maybe even a bite from trying to escape whatever had attacked her.

What had attacked her?

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Watcher Doings 14

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

As Ferah stood behind the banquet sideboard handing out treats and holiday hootch on Samhain, she pondered the dramatic change in her brother’s attitude toward other fae outside their family group, and his increasing hostility toward her since she became a full member of the Council of Peacekeepers: what trick was this that broke and turned us from childhood best mates to this sadness?

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Watcher Doings 13

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

The Council of Peacekeepers had gathered in the sunlit hollow above the Great Falls to celebrate Ferah’s naming day and full induction into the council; her older brother, Montay, had been lobbying for a change in mission and had other plans for the meeting.

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Watcher Doings 10

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Welcome to the Six Sentence Story weekly blog hop, where we share stories, poetry, SOC, based on a single prompt word. This week’s prompt = TEAR. Swing on by this multi-national crowd to read, or share your own, party going active Wed-Sat night. https://fresh.inlinkz.com/party/0b455c269e32418e93ca0e833e803417

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“Well now , that’s two of us loose in the wind,” growled Elinorth, gnawing her lower lip and fretting at her longest and most favorite chin hair.

“Both Frenlodth and Rockmouse gone missing with no check-ins means we need our best and oldest tracker,” and glaring at the gathering of gnomes rather than show her tears, added “Any volunteers?”

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Watcher Doings 9

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The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: CHOICE. Visit, comment, and write & post your own on SIX SENTENCE STORIES. (Link goes active Wed night)  The Café is open. Come as you are!

Yes, it was inconvenient that tracker Rockmouse was extremely cautious, especially since gnome Fernlodth’s trust in Ferah (honestly earned) was almost an afterthought, as automatic and natural as breathing a sweet winter’s dream.

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Watcher Doings 8

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The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: PILOT . Visit, comment, and write & post your own on SIX SENTENCE STORIES. (Link goes active Wed night)  The Café is open. Come as you are!

The blueberry muffins (fully cooked, though the oven’s pilot light had snuffed out early) had been devoured, and Fernlodth now lay on his back, sighing sweet contentment with a rounded belly, while Rockmouse sat crisscross, her one nibbled-on muffin cradled on her upper knee; it was not that she wasn’t hungry, but that she sensed the presence of a increasingly hostile presence above them.

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