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Watcher Doings 13

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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=SPICE. Read, write and come back for more on SIX SENTENCE STORIES. (Link goes active Wed night).

The Council of Peacekeepers had gathered in the sunlit hollow above the Great Falls to celebrate Ferah’s naming day and full induction into the council; her older brother, Montay, had been lobbying for a change in mission and had other plans for the meeting.

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Watcher Doings 11 and 12

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Join us for a blog party in Six Sentence Stories, hosted by Denise and attended by some mighty fine, fun folk. Read, write and come back for more. Here’s the address for the party: https://fresh.inlinkz.com/party/830b313cca0342b4bc15d9004ef94f7e Prompt for last week: FILL. This week? NEED

ELEVEN

“There are no more blueberries for muffins, but tomorrow’s ferry from the mainland will help us restock,” Ferah temporized as she struggled with how to begin explaining, shrugging in both apology and comfort (for herself as well as her two gnome guests).

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Watcher Doings 7

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

Soft hiss of bare feet retreating through summer grass, creak and slam of a screen door, soft slap of summer soles through darkness and across the wooden floor of hallway and kitchen, and the insouciant snap of a towel uncovering the fragrant glory of fresh-baked blueberry muffins were the only things that kept the gnomes from leaping at each other, and the watcher in the tree from leaping on them.

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Savage Starfish

/ Liz H-H / 20 Comments

© Ayr/Gray

From Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr’s photo prompt, The Unicorn Challenge (03/15/2024). No more than 250 words in length.

Trigger Warning: Do NOT read this before bed!  

Stella Starfish had heard all about it from Momma Bear. While Poppa and Baby built sand castles down the beach, Momma had leaned in, broad, clawed toes in the water and gripping the sand, related how Goldie had lured Poppa Bear into an affair with her golden curls, intense blue eyes, and silky hairless skin. Granted, Poppa wasn’t the brightest — some even said he was a couple sandwiches short of a picnic – but still!                                  Continue reading →