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And On the Seventh

/ Liz H / 30 Comments

Back in the saddle again, after a break!

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

Slip on the Sorrels with a scrape and a thump, follow with a puffy jacket and least favorite hat with that oversized faux-rabbit pompom on the top. The undercarriage has been taken care of with moisture-wicking long johns, thin wool socks, a heavy-duty sport bra, and an expendable pair of undies. Slide a pair of choppers with removable wool liners over bone-white fingers, rarin’ to get to work and heat things up. Continue reading →

Breaking Chains

/ Liz H / 15 Comments

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

It had been one of their worst sessions, one in a steadily shortening list of tasks required to win her freedom. Continue reading →

Chill and Change

/ Liz H / 21 Comments

red oak leafThe 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 “Change”, and here’s where you join the party: Six Sentence Stories

She strolled down the street, happy to be out in the crisp fall air, barely mindful of the slick spots underneath her purple hiking boots. Their region had made a definitive step from late Autumn to early Winter, with heavy rain just past midnight, followed by a hard freeze that had stripped the trees bare, saturating the early morning dapple with the heady funk of rotting leaves softening in the rising sun. Continue reading →

Bundle

/ Liz H / 7 Comments

Homeless person in a thing blanket, in a windy blizzard

She shivered in her layers of jackets, hunched over on the park bench. So cold that even the birds dared not sing for fear of cracking their beaks. A bedraggled squirrel flicked his careworn tail, hopping from frozen bundles of dirty gray leaves, to clods of dirt, to pieces of trash embedded in ice. Try as he might to make little to no contact with the ground, even his toes got cold, and he limped over to a concretized tree and jerked his way up and around the trunk and disappeared. Continue reading →