Farewell

/ Liz H-H / 6 Comments

Many thanks to Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr for their photo prompt, THE UNICORN CHALLENGE.  (04/04/2025). No more than 250 words in length.

© Ayr/Gray
© Ayr/Gray

“We clear to go?” The voice was hesitant, a little high-pitched with emotion. The Gatekeeper laid a firm hand on his bony shoulder and squeezed hard. A finger to her lips wouldn’t carry in the darkness. She didn’t want to risk touching his. God knew how many pocked asses he’d kissed to get to that high level of the OliOrg, before crashing and burning.

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Trouble

/ Liz H-H / 14 Comments
cracked heart picture in pavement

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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Cougar Comes Around

/ Liz H-H / 10 Comments
Dirty glass bottle, top broekn off, on a wooden surface
© Ayr/Gray

Many thanks to Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr for their photo prompt, THE UNICORN CHALLENGE.  03/28/25). No more than 250 words in length. [For those interested, a background flash, part of the Lula stories, is found here: https://valleyofthetrolls.blog/2024/10/02/mark-of-the-mountain-lion/ ]

Like most of the girls that found their way to Lula’s Saloon, Tucker found a way to fit in, using her own special gifts and learning other invaluable skills. All accepted Lula’s rules of community, or moved on.

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Gentle

/ Liz H-H / 24 Comments
Grey kitten meowing loudly

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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