The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: HAUNT. Visit, comment, and write & post your own on SIX SENTENCE STORIES. The Café is open. Come as you are!
Past midnight in a late winter thaw, Eddie stretched his limbs, smooth as ectoplasm and pale as the silver moon that shone in through the basement window. He’d grown tired of waiting, but why did he even care?
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The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: FLAKE. Visit, comment, and write & post your own on SIX SENTENCE STORIES . The Café is open. Come as you are!
The counter at the dive bar was sticky, and it grasped at her forearm as she lifted another whiskey to her pursed lips, which were dangerously numb at this point.
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The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: CARD. Visit, comment, and write & post your own on SIX SENTENCE STORIES. The Café is open. Come as you are!
I winced as Hjordis raked the carding paddles, one against the other, demolishing yet another ball of wool, fibers snapping and tangling in self-defense against her rough hands. At this rate, the worked wool would be too hard and lumpy to be used for much of anything; her pile of discards was growing exponentially.
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The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: WOUND. Visit, comment, and write & post your own on SIX SENTENCE STORIES. The Café is open. Come as you are!
Wouldn’t you just like to turn back the hands?
Our palms spilling over with bounty and love only dreamt of
Unlimited care, health, comfort, inspiration for all, not some
Not what the masses have embraced:
Divisiveness, threats, ignorance
Slow violence through privation
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2025)
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The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: PERFECT. Visit, comment, and write & post your own on SIX SENTENCE STORIES. The Café is open. Come as you are!
If at first you don’t succeed
Play a tune upon the reed.
Add an extra dash or two
Of lemon pepper, mountain dew.
If that didn’t work the way you wished
Dump it out and then…go fish.
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