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Watcher Doings 19

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Join us for a weekly blog party in Six Sentence Stories, hosted by Denise and attended by some mighty fine, fun folk. Prompt word=PEN. Read, write and come back for more on SIX SENTENCE STORIES.   (Link goes active Wed night).

“The easiest thing,” said Ferah, sighing, “would be for the group of us, once everyone has arrived, to transform into our most powerful forms, whatever we individually sense what that right form is for the situation we have before us: an enraged, power-hungry Montay, my older brother who apparently wants to kill me and take over the fae world, starting with the gnomes.

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Watcher Doings

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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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Freedom

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Many thanks to Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr for their photo prompt, THE UNICORN CHALLENGE.  (04/25/2025). No more than 250 words in length.

© Ayr/Gray

Early morning footfalls changed from soft wet pad through dew labored grass, to sharp crunch of gravel still held by night’s razor sharp chill. A faint scent of black coffee hung in the silent air; no one was in the mood for chat. They had a wrong to right.

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Soupy Spoiler

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

(If you’ve ever wondered about this aspect of Donkeyskins: what was in that soup, anyway?)

As instructed, she added the green powder to the roiling mass of liquid, then followed up with a palmful of iridescent capsules the size of her pinky nail.  Continue reading →