Single Syllable P

01/18/202501/18/2025 / Liz H-H / 2 Comments

I could pick up the pace, pack my portfolio with poor-to-middling products. But I’m feeling peckish, so will instead toast some bread and fill its pocks with creamy butter. Delay the puck of promise, a hockey shot to the gut that reminds me: I swore to write every day this month on these prompted challenges.

Thus reminded, I brew me more Joe, grab the blanket, and here I go…

© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2025)

Just Jot It January 18^th/Stream of Consciousness Saturday – PROMPT: “pack/peck/pick/pock/puck.” Use one or use ’em all for bonus points—it’s up to you! Enjoy! https://lindaghill.com/2025/01/17/the-friday-reminder-for-socs-jusjojan-2025-daily-prompt-for-jan-18th/

Worry-free Vacation

01/14/202501/15/2025 / Liz H-H / 16 Comments

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

Eyes closed, she tips her chin upward to catch the sun’s soothing caress; this-get-away-from-cruel-winter vacation had been a long time coming, precious personal leave hours hoarded and approved by her boss long in advance. Continue reading →

Winter Pulla Bread

12/14/202412/15/2024 / Liz H-H / 12 Comments

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

You start with a precise recipe: this many deciliters of starter, so many grams of flour (careful not to overpack, and smooth the top evenly with a blunt butter knife), a measure of vegetable oil, a half teaspoon of yeast dissolved in ¼ cup (plus two extra teaspoons) of warm water, and half that amount of salt, ¼ cup of honey, a single brown-shelled egg (room temperature and beaten), one quarter-cup of golden raisins (soaked for an hour and drained, to be added last) and a generous rounded teaspoon of cardamom.

Except that you halve the recipe because your mother has passed and she can no longer help you enjoy the bounty. Continue reading →

Dragon Tale

12/07/2024 / Liz H-H / 6 Comments

The tunnel was twisted and long, hard rock alternating with slippery sand, no light shining through its natural chimneys as she’d been told to come during night time; she knew the way, having traversed so many times, and knew that the rising humidity heralded the glow of underground mushrooms.

Zillarda waited for the visitor, curled tight around her steadily-decreasing horde. Continue reading →

Tradition

11/26/202411/27/2024 / Liz H-H / 14 Comments

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

Her work had only just begun, but the timeline was tight, tempers frayed, and there would be many hours before she could shut down the kitchen and rest her head. Continue reading →