After a decade of attempted stops,
Dangerous actions to hasten the end,
I need you to dial it back from ten to three.
Because this time, it’s real. Continue reading
Six Sentence Stories
A Moment
The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: SWIRL. Visit, comment, and write & perhaps post your own on SIX SENTENCE STORIES. The Café is open. Come as you are!
They’d hiked up the lower reaches of the hillside, beyond the altitude where trees turn to shrub, where a glacial waterfall tumbled through the Saga Sister caverns and down to the ailing peoples of Walden’s Hold by the sea. Continue reading
If Only
The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: PLATFORM. Visit, comment, and write & perhaps post your own on SIX SENTENCE STORIES. The Café is open. Come as you are!
It’s too hot to stay aground, too hot to listen to them natter and fight over nothing of real importance. Continue reading
Waiting On a Wire
The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: WIRE. Visit, comment, and write & perhaps post your own on SIX SENTENCE STORIES. The Café is open. Come as you are!
Patience was never my virtue.
Outwardly calm while
Rats stage a rave
In the pit
The very base of my belly,
Desire and nerves beg expression. Continue reading
White Wolf, Blue Eyes
The party boat, a tall red cruiser, shudders in its own wake, loosely tethered to dock’s end by a thin rope dipping in and out of the slowly rolling waves; behind it, dark clouds gather with increasing speed and the winds pick up.
“C’mon,” he hollered over the southern-fried blare and bass from the boat’s own speakers, adding “It’ll be fine and I’ll protect you like I always have!” Continue reading
Sheepish
Source: Loomis Dean
The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: MOVE. Visit, comment, and write & perhaps post your own on SIX SENTENCE STORIES. The Café is open, always welcoming. Come as you are!
“Unbelievable,” she muttered, barely suppressing the scream gathering like a Kansas twister in the very core of her belly. Continue reading
Party of Unusual Proportion
© Ayr/Gray
“Well, that was a trial and a half,” muttered Louisa as she stalked away from the National Gallery of Lead Glass Bottles and Rodents of Unusual Sizes. Continue reading
