January 19: CONSISTENCY. Many Thanks to Warren 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!
A Gift of Bread-Making
Woke up to 20 below this morning, and that was AFTER sunrise. It is MLK Jr. Day today, even as the eldritch forces attempt to smudge this from our memories. We remember, and we move forward in reverence to his—and our—mission.
Join us for a weekly blog party in Six Sentence Stories, hosted by Denise and attended by some mighty fine, fun folk. Prompt word=VOW. Read, write and come back for moreSIX SENTENCE STORIES. (Link goes active Wed night).
Montay’s dream shifted from happy times with his sister, Ferah, and the vow they’d made to each other to always have each other’s back, no matter how much they fought.
What replaced the dream was more like a hallucination that shifted from bright colors of summer moonlight to a murky, distorted dream of he and Jimann together after Ferah had parted ways with him, and the verbal poison hidden in honeyed words, poured into the porches of his ears (as it were).
January 2 – “Magnify”. Many thanks to Barbara 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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Joseph stared at his beautifully plated entrée, the seasonal speciality at the high-end restaurant his wife had begged to visit to celebrate her birthday.
He’d expected and budgeted for what he knew would be a high-priced meal, assumed the food would be the chef-architect’s finest designs. He’d hoped for flavor and texture that would knock his socks off, even if he couldn’t quite identify what was placed before him by the wait-person with the Inspector Clouseau accent.
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 onSIX 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.
You know the routine, and I’m so sad this is the last year Nancy Stohlman is hosting it! So here’s a holiday story to help you digest the holiday weekend (A little corny, but I know nothing about celebrity life, so…)
Janie was an up-and-coming starlet, a nice girl, but a little naïve. Her latest movie had just come out, and though she had a small part, the critics mostly liked her, said she was one to watch. She had a certain je ne sais quoi (noted by an early fan, and grabbed up from her socials and integrated into her marketing and promotions sites). And it did fit. But she had plans of her own for growing a solid, positive public image.
Being polite, never losing her temper or trashing others, remembering where she came from, avoiding situations that might lead to accusations of excess—all of these things came naturally to her. But celebrity can breed jealousy, can breed contempt, and even she was unable to avoid the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.