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JusJoJan26 Day 4-Arms

/ Liz H-H / Leave a comment

January 4 – “Arms”. Many Thanks to  Cheryl for today’s prompt, as we take a moment or two each day this month to reflect on words that come from the community. And thanks to Linda G Hill for getting us organized!

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I wake up in heavy darkness this morning to what sounds like airplanes flying low in the sky. Steady drone in multivoice, for what seems like a long time. Swimming upwards out of sleep, I remember the old munitions site a few miles away, and that this thought crosses the deeper pools of my consciousness whenever the U.S. is mired in things that they shouldn’t. Or shouldn’t be, in the way that we do. The old munitions plant, long dismantled, but still haunted, and undeveloped into something more hopeful, is a few miles and a quarter of a century away.

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Visa

/ Liz H-H / 27 Comments

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

***(And remember, I write fiction, so…)***

He glanced at the packet of papers, held between his thumb and first two fingers. “Well MY lawyer told me these don’t have to be returned until AFTER 30 days,” he sneered, releasing his fingers and scattering the pages across the floor. Continue reading →

What Didn’t Kill You

/ Liz H-H / 16 Comments
Kittelson mountain and sea

Source: T. Kittelson Fra_Lofoten

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

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After all the stories about Honor Rollins – her casual cruelty was legend – they were surprised by the diminished figure that sat, prim as a spider, in the stern of the dinghy, knees squeezed tightly together under a heavy dark skirt and heavy gray wool cape; she’d been an almost-beauty when they’d passed through Capitol City, but after a decade of the Republic Purge, her lips were dry and pinched, the eyes squinting against the harsh sunlight, and her color was just plain bad. Continue reading →

Prayer For a New Year

/ Liz H-H / 4 Comments
Red sunrise over ocean horizon

Source: Matt Fraser

I meant well, sending her off on an impossible quest for the Silverword Cascade, hoping she’d find distraction and joy during the painful waiting time until her childhood friends return to her; No Baba Yaga am I — my magic is limited to perception only of magic’s heady limerance, and I hadn’t felt her subtle glow. Continue reading →