Chill and Change

red oak leafThe challenge? Write a story in 6 sentences, no more & no less, and if you’d like, share your creation or just visit and comment on others’ ideas, with GirlieOnTheEdge, Denise. The prompt is “Change”, and here’s where you join the party: Six Sentence Stories

She strolled down the street, happy to be out in the crisp fall air, barely mindful of the slick spots underneath her purple hiking boots. Their region had made a definitive step from late Autumn to early Winter, with heavy rain just past midnight, followed by a hard freeze that had stripped the trees bare, saturating the early morning dapple with the heady funk of rotting leaves softening in the rising sun. Continue reading

It’s What’s for Dinner…

1930s automat machineThe challenge? Write a story in 6 sentences, no more & no less, and if you’d like, share your creation or just visit and comment on others’ ideas, with GirlieOnTheEdge, Denise. The prompt is “Menu”, and here’s where you join the party: Six Sentence Stories

“So many choices, to be fixed in so many interesting ways,” the first one viewed the live menu, feeling the water come to his mouth as he imagined this one, or that one, deep fried, or rubbed with chilies and served with corn chips, a side of guac, and a scoop of sour cream. Continue reading

Beam Me Up, Somebody

Bourbon lowball and bottleThe task? Write a story in 6 sentences, no more no less, and if you’d like, share your creation or just visit and comment, with GirlieOnTheEdge, Denise. The prompt is “Beam”, and here’s where you join the party: Six Sentence Stories Link

It had been a very long day, in fact it had been a very long and stressful day, and what’s more, it had been a very long and stressful month. When he thought about it, the entire year had been like that: non-stop work, no boundaries.  Continue reading

Mid Day at the Oasis

OasisThe task? Write a story in 6 sentences, no more no less, and if you’d like, share your creation or just visit and comment, with GirlieOnTheEdge, Denise. The prompt is ‘’Oasis”, and here’s where you join the party: 

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The sirocco blew steady over the dunes, wavering in the sun and picking up speed and sand as it spun from the Sahara up toward the Mediterranean. Continue reading

Bright Future

Man with an incredibly wide mustacheThe task is to write a story in 6 sentences, no more no less, and if you’d like, share your creation or just visit and comment, with GirlieOnTheEdge, Diana. The prompt is ‘’Wax”, and here’s where you join the party: 

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He was proud of his quarantine ‘stache; his teeth shone handsomely behind the luxuriant brush of hair.

Like many of his old-school buddies, he’d watched with great amusement as hair went long, then short, then business up front and party in the back, then shaved and polished, Continue reading

Waiting for Spring (6-Sentence Story)

The task is to write a story in 6 sentences, no more no less, and if you’d like, share your creation or just visit and comment, with GirlieOnTheEdge, Diana. The prompt is ‘Clip”, and here’s where you join the party: Six Sentence Story on “CLIP”

Glacier

She’d hoped to make the rounds before the storm blew in and kept her indoors and isolated for the next week and a half. She started out with the usual chores–library, groceries, pet supplies for the cat, liquor store, quick visit with her mom—but wanted one final hike at the State Park, taken at a fast clip, with its rolling hills, pine forests, and sparkling creek. Continue reading

Donor (6-Sentence Story)

The task is to write a story in 6 sentences, no more no less, and if you’d like, share your creation or just visit and comment, with GirlieOnTheEdge, Diana. The prompt is ‘Clip”, and here’s where you join the party: Six Sentence Story on “CLIP”

Her heels tapped across the marble floor at an unbelievable fast clip, given she had stilettos on. She had to step carefully, lest they slip out from under her down the long, darkened hallway; with her particular disorder, she’d have no chance to get what she needed if she wasn’t fast and secretive. Continue reading