Bon Voyage

/ Liz H-H / 25 Comments
Red sunrise over ocean horizon

Source: Matt Fraser

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

She paced the widow’s walk in the early dawn, scanning the horizon for signs of his ship.

The wind tugged her pale hair from under her nightcap, pulling at the edges of her tightly-wound shawl and whispering, “Say the words and I’ll help you.” Continue reading →

Superhero Stuff

/ Liz H-H / 19 Comments

shadow silhouette in a dark hallwayThe 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 “Marvel”, and here’s where you join the party: Six Sentence Stories

Superhero Stuff

Most superheroes start out simply.

A being of humble origin but fatally flawed,

is robbed of a birthright,

ejected from a home planet,

or altered by science gone wrong.  Continue reading →

Brand New Start

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Steaming coffee mugThe 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 “Filter”, and here’s where you join the party: Six Sentence Stories

She set the timer on the tea for three minutes and considered the slow colorful cloud that drifted its way to the bottom of her clear glass mug. She had a need for a healing raspberry tea after that visit to the emperor’s office, with her four-year-old son, Toby, in tow. Continue reading →

Butterfly Kisses

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blue butterflies x 3He lay, entombed in mud and ice and darkness. He’d lain there so long that fine, tough filaments had grown over his limbs, the bridge of his nose, twining around the desiccated, corded column of his neck.  He’d pull the blanket higher, cover the chilled vee of his pajama top…but no…too much of an effort. He’d gone too far away.  Continue reading →