The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: PITCH. Visit, comment, and write & post your own on SIX SENTENCE STORIES. The Café is open. Come as you are!
Devon had to admit it; Beau was a handsome lad who had all the right moves, intense green eyes, whiskers neat, and thick silky hair that Ella kept running her fingers through.
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Many thanks to Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr for their photo prompt, THE UNICORN CHALLENGE. (06/06/2025). No more than 250 words in length.
There is no clear memory of when the red chair first appeared. What was clear is that it’d been there for generations, even before the bustling village of Freiborgen was founded. Too tall for a human to mount without ropes, those who did manage the climb didn’t sit for long. They felt uncomfortable on both a physical and psychological level.
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The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: FUSE. Visit, comment, and write & post your own on SIX SENTENCE STORIES. The Café is open. Come as you are!
The pop was loud enough to wake me from my favorite dream: barefoot on a tropical moonlit deck in a shared deckchair with my current celebrity crush, the pop of the champagne cork shooting straight to regions unnamed but known well.
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Grasses hiss, my gumboots slap
Across the meadow I cut a path
After last night’s damaging storm
Wildflowers open in morning sun
Testing for warmth
In a day just begun
Many thanks to Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr for their photo prompt, THE UNICORN CHALLENGE. (05/23/2025). No more than 250 words in length.
Me and my cargo have been waiting by the side of this road, near all day. The sun’s hot, ground’s dry, trees hard with the lack of rain, and Trevor never did show up this morning to drag us the rest of the way to the rail station, just a quarter of a mile away. The first and last train will have come and gone by now, I reckon.
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Sonja gazed around the property at the end of the peaceful neighborhood block: the perfect two-story house with its tiny back porch and wooden rocker, a colorful light shawl draped over an armrest; the tidy garden with its newly planted and wide-spaced blooms; black tuxedo cat half-napping under dense shrubbery hugging the side of the house; four sweetly curved granite steps leading up to a cheerful purple door.
“Purple,” she muttered, looking uneasily at the neighbors peeking out at her from behind lace curtains, noting “Definitely suspicious that the address in question in this sweet little neighborhood has a purple door.”
Continue readingMany thanks to Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr for their photo prompt, THE UNICORN CHALLENGE. (04/25/2025). No more than 250 words in length.
Early morning footfalls changed from soft wet pad through dew labored grass, to sharp crunch of gravel still held by night’s razor sharp chill. A faint scent of black coffee hung in the silent air; no one was in the mood for chat. They had a wrong to right.
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