So Long, Farewell

/ Liz H-H / 15 Comments
© Ayr/Gray

Many thanks to Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr for their photo prompt, THE UNICORN CHALLENGE.  (07/18/2025). No more than 250 words in length.

The room is cool, a soothing respite from the blistering heat outside its door. Her bare feet shuffle across the smooth wood floor. She reviews each object of art: bucolic landscapes, highland towers, night streets, dawning oceans. Paintings stop in interesting places, to continue with other voices, other rooms. Perhaps a novel, or love-lost poem?

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Watcher Doings

/ Liz H-H / 20 Comments
juicy tangerine wedges

The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: TRIM. Visit, comment, and write & post your own on SIX SENTENCE STORIES.  The Café is open. Come as you are!

It wasn’t often that he sat still long enough to observe anyone of their kind, but she held a certain fascination; usually the best course of action was to keep to the shadows and skedaddle if they crept too close.

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Signs For a Crash

/ Liz H-H / 17 Comments
(Road signs indicating directions to various locations including the airport) © Ayr/Gray

Many thanks to Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr for their photo prompt, THE UNICORN CHALLENGE.  (06/20/2025). No more than 250 words in length.

Jenna cracked her forehead on the dashboard, and left it there for a count of ten. Side-eying the fool behind the wheel, she pounded her forehead on its sun-hot surface for a beat of five.

“Please just pull over, Gerry.” She raised her head. “We’ve driven around this circuit at least four times. We’ll run out of gas before we even leave the train station lot.”

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Ella’s Enchanted

/ Liz H-H / 20 Comments

The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: PITCH. Visit, comment, and write & post your own on SIX SENTENCE STORIES.  The Café is open. Come as you are!

Devon had to admit it; Beau was a handsome lad who had all the right moves, intense green eyes, whiskers neat, and thick silky hair that Ella kept running her fingers through.

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