The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: PEG. Visit, comment, and write & post your own on SIX SENTENCE STORIES. (Link goes active Wed night) The Café is open. Come as you are!
Rockmouse was the second-best tracker in the Brotherhood of Gnomes, right behind Fernlodth; a critical skill, however, of all trackers is the gift of being able to out-think the quarry and anticipate, and in this, Rockmouse was better.
Continue readingThe challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: STAKE. Visit, comment, and write & post your own on SIX SENTENCE STORIES. (Link goes active on Wed night) The Café is open. Come as you are!
That bare spot in the woods is full tonight, a full moon illuminating the smoky, fragrant vapors from the many wee pipes gathered around for the Brotherhood meeting; they all had concerns about their brother Fernlodth.
Continue readingThe challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: FLAT. Visit, comment, and write & post your own on SIX SENTENCE STORIES. (Link goes active on Wed night) The Café is open. Come as you are!
Wreaths of coffee aroma played about her smile, tightening the contour of curls that framed the family countenance passed down from generation to generation.
No matter what continent that family resemblance landed on, the inherited ability to see and draw the uncanny followed, in midnight blue eyes, high cheekbones and a heart-shaped face, teeth a little too sharp for most humans’ comfort.
Continue readingThe challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: GESTURE. Visit, comment, and write & post your own on SIX SENTENCE STORIES. The Café is open. Come as you are!
He jumped at the slap of the screen door, so sharp against the morning’s murmurings, and dropped his fae knife between the stems of thick ferns sheltering his now-habitual observation point.
Continue readingThe 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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Justin sniffed the icy air, noting a trace of seaweed amongst the familiar salt. A stiff breeze from the north was clearing out the clouds. With it, the temperatures dropped. Huddling deeper into his duffle coat, he wished he’d worn a hat. But Clara loved to run her fingers though his dark curls, and laughing, call him “Pony Boy.” Better to face a little chill as they hiked the pebbled shore, away from the hotel and toward her childhood cottage; he knew so little about her, but was almost sure she was The One. Continue reading
© Ayr/Gray
To my knowledge, I’m the only one left, just one part of what was once a humming, spinning wholeness. Legend notes the root causes as bad manners and ill temper. Surely other things contributed? All my people were slaughtered, an entire kingdom stopped in its tracks!
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