The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: AGENCY. Visit, comment, and write & post your own on SIX SENTENCE STORIES. The Café is open. Come as you are!
Midnight, and everyone has slipped into the sleep of the dead, the moon itself absent from the sky, stars snuffed by the thick November fog that leaves a layer of glittering hoarfrost on stiff, silent grass and branches. Continue reading
© Ayr/Gray
Many thanks to Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr for their photo prompt, THE UNICORN CHALLENGE. 11/01/2024). No more than 250 words in length.
It was slow going, but once they’d gotten through the heavy new growth at forest’s edge, the journeywoman relaxed in the saddle and let Horse take the lead following the glacial stream. The further along they went, the broader the tree trunks, and the greater the space between them. She’d not slept well the night before and the slow, undulating climb had lulled her into a dream. Or perhaps it was a vision? Continue reading
© Ayr/Gray
Andi checked the address on her cell phone, grumbling, “You’re sure this is the place…it looks awfully ‘country club’ to need our skills?” Continue reading
Hannanah looks hard in the mirror
As the cracked image fades with each shallowing breath. Continue reading
© Ayr/Gray
Many thanks to Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr for their photo prompt, THE UNICORN CHALLENGE. 10/18/2024). No more than 250 words in length.
It’s dark, past midnight on Edgewater Ridge. The night is closed and starless, though the rain passed through less than a half an hour ago. Except for the line of cars parked along one side of the street, nothing moves through the shadows or under the sporadically spaced houselights. Continue reading
The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: PANEL. Visit, comment, and write & perhaps post your own on SIX SENTENCE STORIES. The Café is open. Come as you are!
The sun set extra late and rose extra early in this northern clime, and the journeywoman rose, the normal energic exhilaration that accompanied such long summer days thin in the shadow and grief of her mother’s passing. Continue reading
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