The spliff flared and hissed at midnight, lighting up Joel’s sharp features. He passed the butt to another hand hard as his own, exhaled, and pushed the swing back. The chains were icy in his fingers, but the pain felt good. Continue reading
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The 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 “SILK”, and here’s where you join the party: Six Sentence Stories
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The disco music faded behind them as their descent down the tunneled slide, surprisingly slow and steady, led them around corners, into sudden drops, and sinewy curves that seemed to double back on their journey. Along the way, Jill had managed to grab Jack’s other ankle and pull herself further up his legs, hooking his feet underneath her armpits; what would have been an embarrassing position under any other circumstance wasn’t going to rattle her calm, not after the adventures they’d had since being pulled through the stained glass portal and into the fairy tale world. Continue reading
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The eldritch space horror smashed against the window, cracking the glass. Jack and Jill dropped hands, stumbling backward. The lounge stereo, silent before, crackled to life. Above, a disco ball groaned and clattered, spackling light over every surface. Continue reading
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The 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 “LOUNGE”, and here’s where you join the party: Six Sentence Stories
Jack leaned back against the pestle, slowing its side-to-side roll inside the mortar as it approached the golden cupola, finally stopping just below where cupola met tower, to reveal a red door with a tarnished brass keyhole.
Jill pushed against the door and exclaimed, “Just our luck Jack, the damned thing’s locked!”
“I’ve got this,” he answered, blowing on his chilly fingers before slipping his switchblade out of his pocket and deftly digging and jiggling it in the keyhole; he smiled as the lock clicked open, and gave the door a firm push. Continue reading
How the Wurst Was Won
Source: Carrot Ranch Feb Saddle-Up Saloon
COWSINO STORY SPINE: On the first Friday of very month, D. Avery hosts a writing challenge and month-long opportunity to talk story writing, and just general horsing around with regulars Kid & Pal at Carrot Ranch’s Saddle Up Saloon. February brings us a trio of picture prompts and the rare opportunity to play with a story spine. The following grew out of my own horseplay, so sashay on over and try for yourself!
How the Wurst Was Won
It was the baste of times, it was the wurst of times, and Thickpuddle McDrawer was up to his mustache in special orders for his Cain’t Be Beat Barbecue Special. Because of this, he once again questioned his decision to not add an extra triangle of cornbread, an oversized pat of honey-butter shaped like a rose, and some miniwurst sausages in Helene’s secret sauce to the regular order-for-two special, and then charge a buck or three more for creativity. People would pay extra for sure. History’d shown him there was something about barbecue, beans and cornbread that brought out the romantic side of those buckaroos. Continue reading
Valley of the Trolls 