Drinking Game o’ a Saturday Night

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The challenge? Write a story in 6 sentences, no more & no less, and if you’d like, share your own creation or just visit and comment on others’ ideas, with GirlieOnTheEdge, Denise. The prompt is “FLUSH”, and here’s where you join the party: Six Sentence Stories

(Yes, playing fast and loose with punctuation, conjunctions, and sentence-length with this one, but the scene begs for a full snapshot. So let’s all…just…chill. Bwahahahaha!)

Three friends sat around the tree trunk that served as a table for a Saturday night card game, a squat three-spouted pitcher of Hazelnut Dark Brew centered between them that was low enough that they might peer with varying success of no-tell, over the cards held fanned out in front of their pendulous noses. Continue reading →

For Satan’s Angel

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Galleon Pirate Ship in harbor

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 “FORGE”, and here’s where you join the party: Six Sentence Stories

Bonus Challenge: From Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr’s photo prompt: The Unicorn Challenge (04/28/23). No more than 250 words in length. Otherwise, let your creative flag fly!

The journey through the dark wood had been long, icy and lightless, even where the steep granite hills broke through like knotty spine and muscular back.

Steady as she goes, they crested the mountain top to find the mine’s entrance, a spiraling drop down a pathway only just wide enough for one wheelbarrow, one man at a time. Continue reading →

Morning Song

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From Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr’s photo prompt: The Unicorn Challenge (04/21/23). No more than 250 words in length. Otherwise, let your creative flag fly!

Moon sets as sun rises, soon disappearing behind a tiny fist of palm. Palm no longer whips, panicked in the worst thunderstorm since forever. The marina is still, taking no damage from wave and wind; the marina is well-protected. That’s why she brought him here.

She looks down at him lying half-out of the water, still handsome despite the battering and near-drowning. He breathes, begins to rouse. There’s a decision to make.

These humans are so fragile!  Continue reading →

A Cup Untouched

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Two pitchers, one blue & one white, against a backdrop of green trees and open skies

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From Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr’s photo prompt. The Unicorn Challenge (04/14/23). No more than 250 words in length. Otherwise, let your creative flag fly!

“You realize that you’ve likely ruined the kettle, right?” She gazed beyond the electric tea kettle and pitcher of thick milk that perched, cooling, on the apartment’s veranda rail. Green trees and blue skies spread languorously, but the sharp, slightly fishy scent of the ocean nearby intruded at the will of the wind. She’d hoped for a walk through town down the hill – they were new to the area – but the scent was making her nauseous.

“A morning like this deserves a bracing cup of coffee!” the second enthused. “Rinse the kettle thoroughly and it’ll be good as new.” Continue reading →