Six Sentence Stories

Single Syllable P

/ 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 18th/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

/ Liz H-H / 16 Comments

sexy lipsticked mouth & tongue

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

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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

/ Liz H-H / 6 Comments

golden dragonThe 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

/ 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 →

Finding the Right One

/ Liz H-H / 25 Comments

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

[I have no explanation for this one, but still, I’m not sorry!]

Glorg gripped his leather belt at either side of his round belly, and stepped boldly into a shop that smelled like fresh mown grass and cooled barbecue grill, tipping his head as much as his neckless body would allow, smiling in satisfaction at the sheer masculinity (as he imagined it to be) of the enterprise.                    Continue reading →

Recharging, WWYD?

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© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2024)

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

(Because setting boundaries and holding space for ourselves is OK)

She slid onto the padded stool at the end of the otherwise empty counter that snaked and double-backed on itself through the diner, still sweaty and now cold from a cloudy afternoon hike around every unmarked trail in the nearby nature preserve.              Continue reading →