
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.
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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 readingThe party boat, a tall red cruiser, shudders in its own wake, loosely tethered to dock’s end by a thin rope dipping in and out of the slowly rolling waves; behind it, dark clouds gather with increasing speed and the winds pick up.
“C’mon,” he hollered over the southern-fried blare and bass from the boat’s own speakers, adding “It’ll be fine and I’ll protect you like I always have!” Continue reading
The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: LIGHT. Visit, comment, and write & perhaps post your own on SIX SENTENCE STORIES
High atop the mountain, trees look more like shrubs, demarcating flat plats of land,
Spreading toward an as yet to be determined line
When land drops away and sky begins. Continue reading
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