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Nightshift Vision

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Red sunrise over ocean horizon

Source: Matt Fraser

The challenge? Write a story in 6 sentences, no more & no less, and if you’d like, share your own creation or just visit and comment on others’ ideas, with GirlieOnTheEdge, Denise. The prompt is “PETRICHOR”, and here’s where you join the party:  Six Sentence Stories 

The soft pad of toughened feet on damp forest floor is the rhythm that drives the night onward.

Animals hush at her sensed presence then resume their own individual calls and clicks, but only after the shrubbery ceases to dance at her swift passage; scents of the otherworld momentarily mask the steady, calming perfume of petrichor. Continue reading →

Almost Like Clockwork

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Steampunk Woman
Photo Credit: Kaizeru Deviant Art (08/11/2010)

The moon had traveled across the dark canvas of the sky,

Bursting plump and round as a pale white peach,

Pitted and waning to a sodden, softening half,

Slumping to a circlet that slouched on its backside,

Shrinking further still to the tiniest, driest sliver,

Until it finally

Winked out into nothing at all.

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Heading Home

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Fox Hunt by Winslow Homer

Winslow Homer 1893

Winter sun slides beneath the treeline, crosses the final lavender mile home with strips of deep purple, pale magenta. Neither warms this sub-zero trek. Progress marked by the flash of slender ski tips through new-fallen snow, my rasping breath through a strip of wool scarf.  Continue reading →