Christmas
Fly In the Ointment
Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s prompt: CHALLENGE. Visit, comment, and write & post your own on Six Sentence Stories
There was a stack and a gathering of doodads and curlicues, large boxes and small, unassembled whatnots, tubes of crackling rolled brightness, piles of ribbon that had been carefully constructed in some far away, foreign factory, as well as the tight rolls of plastic-ey sticky stuff designed to hold the holiday-everything together. Continue reading
WWJD?
“I want it!”
“You got it last Christmas. This one’s mine, Bitch!”
“Come and get it, Loser!” Continue reading
Animal Farm
The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: FARM.
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“I dunno, Curley,” sighed Chester to his wife as he held out yet another bucket of French fries over the slop trough, adding, “They’ve been squealing all morning for healthier fats, but still they keep gobbling up whatever garbage we throw down for ‘em.” Continue reading
The Littlest Christmas Goat Trilogy

1. New Holiday Tradition
“Mom! I can’t find him anywhere!” Janie stumped down the attic stairs, empty-handed.
“That’s ok, I got us something new.”
“Elf on a Shelf is a Christmas tradition!”
“We have to change with the times. It’s been a rough couple of years.” Mom pulled the new tradition out of its paper bag. “Isn’t he cute?”
Janie looked doubtfully at the curving horns, tiny fangs and sharp cloven hooves. She read the tag. “He sees you when you’re sleeping.”
“Go hide him, Janie!” her Mom tossed the tiny goat her way.
“Ouch!” Something sliced Janie’s hand.
The goat’s eyes glittered.
Take a Chance, Change Your Life
Extended version: Take a Chance, Change Your Life
We were never quite clear about how they got into the tool shed, how long they’d been there, or where they came from originally. They’d arrived before we did, and will likely leave long after we’ve gone. If they ever do leave. Continue reading
Zuzu’s Petals

Hanna skedaddles
Hannah couldn’t stand it any longer: so many sad faces, mouths turned down with refusal after refusal, so bad that no one dared a joyful and barbaric “Yawp!” a la Whitman, or even a comic, life-saving “Yopp!” as Horton had heard it. Continue reading


