The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: DETAIL
Visit, comment, and write & post your own on Six Sentence Stories :
Squinting, she ran a wrinkled hand around its polished brass curves, walking all around the vehicle as she examined all surfaces and admired its fine detailing, inside and out. Continue reading
The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: POWER. Visit, comment, and write & post your own on Six Sentence Stories
“Name your price, for I must repay you for what you’ve done for our family,” the queen whispered, and wrung her hands, already anticipating the next challenge with her errant boy. Continue reading
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“You sure about this, Jimmy?” Thora pulled the white forelock rising from her scalp, wishing. Continue reading
Solveig had gathered nearly everything Old Baba had asked her to bring for their midnight meeting on the strand and underneath the clear-night crescent of the new moon; the girl had yet to find the final potion ingredient, water scooped in a wooden cup, from the Silverword Cascade, a waterfall rumored to be located in the third chamber of one of the many caves on the far side of Hidden Cove. Continue reading
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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 “Ocean”, and here’s where you join the party: Six Sentence Stories
She paced the widow’s walk in the early dawn, scanning the horizon for signs of his ship.
The wind tugged her pale hair from under her nightcap, pulling at the edges of her tightly-wound shawl and whispering, “Say the words and I’ll help you.” Continue reading
“You’re certain this will work?” The charm, clasped in Anna’s smooth young hand, was redolent of rose hips, cinnamon, and sweet basil…and something exotic from the far southern lands. Eyes shining with hopeful, as yet unshed tears, she clasped the woven bag to her breast.
He shambles out of the park, swaying side-to-side, shyly dominating the Midtown sidewalk. Sun glints in his blonde-bronze pelt, furry toes squashing—or shall we say “squatching”?—his platform flip-flops. Continue reading
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