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Perfect Spelling Be
The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: PERFECT. Visit, comment, and write & post your own on SIX SENTENCE STORIES. The Café is open. Come as you are!
If at first you don’t succeed
Play a tune upon the reed.
Add an extra dash or two
Of lemon pepper, mountain dew.
If that didn’t work the way you wished
Dump it out and then…go fish.
A Fairy Tale
When the rains passed, and evening was well on its way (though the sun still burned white-hot in the firmament), Little Blue lifted her head from under the scrap of newsprint and sighed.
Continue readingGlamour
“And you’re sure this will work?” Katya turned her head, one side then to the other. The image she saw before her wobbled, a reflection of her inner state. Straightening her back with grace, head held high and neck long, flashing dark eyes and firm jaw, hair silken and perfectly dressed—the mirror now truthfully reflected the young woman before her. Running damp hands down the length of her embroidered full length skirt, she checked her silken slippers, the laces of her bodice, the knot, center and top, that shaped and lifted. Continue reading
Hobbies
© Ayr/Gray
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
Soupy Spoiler
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
Last Leg
© 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!
But I get ahead of myself… Continue reading
Valley of the Trolls 