The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences, from Denise’s one word prompt: STOCK. Visit, comment, write & post your own on Six Sentence Stories.
She leaned on her shovel and surveilled her tiny backyard plot, noting the shady spots that, come Summer, would be created by the neighbors’ overgrown deciduous trees. Continue reading
“Oh for Pete’s sake, Jory,” Andy groaned, watching the multi-colored candies spread across the kitchen floor. He sighed as the remaining pieces rattled and rolled under the refrigerator. The following silence? Continue reading
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From Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr’s photo prompt, The Unicorn Challenge (12/29/23). No more than 250 words in length. Otherwise, let your creative flag fly!
Summer’s last sigh had arrived too soon. It was time to return to school and be constantly reminded that he was different. He gazed longingly over the concrete and steel shipping yard. His half-grown puppy leaned warm against his side, panting. Continue reading
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From Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr’s photo prompt, The Unicorn Challenge (12/22/23). No more than 250 words in length. Otherwise, let your creative flag fly!
Zeke was a Schmittyboy from the tip-top of his wrangling hat, to the red-dusted toes of his herding boots. Picture twin moons, Phobos and Deimos, shining in rare alignment over Arizon’s desert plain. Continue reading
Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s prompt: CHALLENGE. Visit, comment, and write & post your own on Six Sentence Stories
There was a stack and a gathering of doodads and curlicues, large boxes and small, unassembled whatnots, tubes of crackling rolled brightness, piles of ribbon that had been carefully constructed in some far away, foreign factory, as well as the tight rolls of plastic-ey sticky stuff designed to hold the holiday-everything together. Continue reading
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From Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr’s photo prompt, The Unicorn Challenge (12/15/23). No more than 250 words in length. Otherwise, let your creative flag fly!
Agribalka had to be stopped. Nepotism at its worst, twenty-one workers on the Silver Road had perished under her leadership. Loren, Mattie, and Grizzle chose the dartboard as arbiter for their final decision on how to end her. Over many flagons of Rusalkan Milk, they generated an unsurprisingly long list; Agribalka was universally hated. Continue reading
“I want it!”
“You got it last Christmas. This one’s mine, Bitch!”
“Come and get it, Loser!” Continue reading
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