It’s Six Sentence Story Thursday Link Up!

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and another edition of Six Sentence Stories!
Last night, I’d decided I could write this post while music was playing, because sometimes it helps, right? Writing to music. Not so last evening. Silence. I will concede there are times when words demand silence in order to be heard in their various arrangements, often with creative use of punctuation. And, there are times when characters demand silence in hopes their voices will carry above the din of the day and given equal consideration. Still, there are times when silence acts as echo chamber for roaming thoughts and ideas. Whatever the conditions you find most conducive to writing, we hope you will join us this week in writing, then linking a Six Sentence Story. Poetry, fiction, fantasy, mystery, historical fiction or words from an soc – write a piece using this week’s prompt word in exactly and precisely 6 sentences and then share it with the world. We are, the Six Sentence Story blog hop. Read you out there!

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Link the URL to your post via the blue “Click here to enter” button below.
Link is live Wednesday 6:00 PM, ends way late Saturday night!
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers  😀

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Occasionally, there arises a writing situation where you see an alternative to what you are doing, a mad, wild gamble of a way for handling something, which may leave you looking stupid, ridiculous or brilliant – you just don’t know which. You can play it safe there, too, and proceed along the route you’d mapped out for yourself. Or you can trust your personal demon who delivered that crazy idea in the first place. Trust your demon.”
– Roger Zelazny

Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and Sunday’s prompt word reveal for Six Sentence Stories!
And what mischief shall the new week bring? Hopefully, only that which is exciting and fun, no room for anything else, right?! Irl of course. For those of us who take up pen and keyboard to write for Six Sentence Stories, for those who may frequent the Six Sentence Café and Bistro, that is another matter entirely, lol. Subject matter at the Six Sentence Story blog hop may be whatever your characters confide to you. Or, wherever your muse guides you. 6 sentences. Exactly 6 sentences is the gateway to worlds swirling each week at Six Sentence Stories. Genre of your choice. Traditional story, poetry, the inevitable soc or the next installment of your serial story. Writing is the thing we do. I say, let’s meet back here midweek and begin linking our Sixes and let the storytelling begin! Enjoy the rest of your weekend and we’ll read you soon.

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Link up at Wednesday’s post. Link goes live at 6:00 pm through Saturday late…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 😀

PROMPT WORDFLUID

“Writing has laws of perspective, of light and shade just as painting does, or music. If you are born knowing them, fine. If not, learn them. Then rearrange the rules to suit yourself.” – Truman Capote

Let’s Throw Some Heat. It’s a 6.

May I present a tale from the Six Sentence Café and Bistro…   

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“Hey, thanks for coming in later and covering the last part of my shift today…no, not too busy…Tom and I handled the breakfast crowd, I figure by the time you get here…, no, at no point did he pull an Adam Jones ….yes you do…you know the film….yeah, about the chef with substance abuse/anger issues…lol…Bradley Cooper, “Burnt”…. knew you’d remember” *laughter on both ends of the phone*

“Oh, I promised I’d go to a baseball game…not really…na-ah, only a slight detour in my day, besides, the sun’s cranking at 11 and I could use a little Vitamin D, ya know…you remember Girl’s Night Out….holy shit, yeah…anyway, remember the guy laid down our ink… yes, the hunky one…been friends with his wife since forever, she wants me to come watch their youngest kid play at the field over on Trem….hey, can you hang on a sec, there’s a helluva noise coming from the kitchen, think it’s Tom yelling…”

“Yo, Tom, all cool back there?! Not throwin’ a tantrum with those pans, are you?”

I tossed my phone on the length of mahogany that runs along the right-hand wall of the Six Sentence Café and Bistro and sprinted towards the kitchen pushing through the double swinging doors in time to see the first flames, hungry for more, scorch the hood over the SSC&B’s grill.

“Holy shit, Tom, get me as many boxes of baking soda as you can and call 911 before this baby gets totally out of cont…”

It’s Six Sentence Story Thursday Link Up!

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and another edition of Six Sentence Stories!
*… please move the table over there against the far wall, away from the stage and clear of the smaller tables…perfect, that will allow everyone to move about the Café freely while sampling…. Oh! Hello everyone! I apologize, didn’t realize it was so late and certainly did not mean to be rude but there were some last minute adjustments I needed to make for this week’s “buffet”. Why yes, buffet is a metaphor. One used in Sunday’s prompt post. Metaphors are fairly popular ’round these parts. But you already know that 🙂 For new readers/writers, this is the Six Sentence Story blog hop. The challenge? To write a story, poem, soc or the next installment of your ongoing serial in precisely 6 sentences, then link the URL to your story via the blue “Click Here to Enter” showing beneath this week’s prompt word. We’d love for you to join us this week. Dress is casual. Doors open at 6:00 PM this evening with closing not until right before midnight Saturday… yes, there’s plenty of room in the… My apologies. Clearly the set up crew for this evening’s opening requires my attention. Read you in the Café soon!

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Link the URL to your post via the blue “Click here to enter” button below.
Link is live Wednesday 6:00 PM, ends way late Saturday night!
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers  😀

PROMPT WORDDETOUR

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I wish the first word I ever said was the word ‘quote,’ so right before I die I could say ‘unquote.” – Steven Wright.

Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and Sunday’s prompt word reveal for Six Sentence Stories!
Six Sentence Stories, the blog hop. 3.5 days each week, stories and poetry, serial episodes and soc are served like hors d’oeuvre at a BYOS dinner party 😀 We’ve all attended at least one dinner party in our lives, right? Even if we initially didn’t want to attend, once there, it’s usually kind of fun. Invariably, we run into someone we know, definitely make the acquaintance of new people, engage in conversation, network….in short, enjoy an entertaining few hours. Think of Six Sentence Stories as open invitation to the largest dinner party on the planet. Everything is served from fiction to fantasy, drama to mystery, comedy and collaboration, poetry and soc. The menu is comprehensive yet uncomplicated. 6 and only 6 sentences are served. Write a piece in this requisite number of sentences, bring it by beginning Wednesday evening and we’ll place it on the buffet for all to enjoy. *man, what’s up with the food metaphor? she not eat breakfast yet?…*
We hope you’ll join us this week!

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Link up at Wednesday’s post. Link goes live at 6:00 pm through Saturday late…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 😀

PROMPT WORDDETOUR 

“A synonym is a word you use when you can’t spell the other one.” – Baltasar Gracian

Always 3 sides to the Story. A SSC&B Tale. It’s a 6.

Couldn’t help myself! Decided to do a walk-on to Clark’s last Six Sentence Story (Tales from the Six Sentence Café & Bistro). Any one else?

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The basement storage area of the Six Sentence Café & Bistro, or the “Basement” as it was known among the Proprietors, was part of the original mill building though it didn’t appear on the architect plans the tall, thin man discovered in the Manager’s Office…

As the Bartender reached for a case of Chivas, the script lettering beneath the white gauze wrapping her left wrist began to throb – slow, steady, impatient for release; smiling absently, Denise patted the bandage, silent acknowledgement she was bound to no one and to many.

“Damn, that new PA system sounds good!’, laying the case of Chivas on the bar, moving in rhythm to the song, the Bartender appeared beside Nick and the Sophomore who were sitting at a table in front of the bandstand, deep in conversation – “what’re you two conspiring about now?”

In an attempt to look more serious, faux brow furrow in place, ‘Come on now kids, you can tell me, isn’t that one of the services offered by, how’d you put it Nick, your friendly-if-not-at-times-scary neighborhood bartender?”. While the warmth emanating from the Bartender’s laughter was sincere, it did not go unnoticed there was something bothering the Sophomore; she determined this was going to take more cotton candy and confetti than scary if she was going to get him to open up.

The Sophomore, sitting at the round table, rook positioned on a chess board, careful not to reveal the inner conflict raging within, knew his eyes would be the only give away; as if on cue, the Bartender leaned over, whispered in his ear, “I was giving this break-in at the Café a little thought…”

Angels Don’t Bleed. It’s a 6

Sunrise sent “God’s rays” on a city still stuttering awake from its evening slumber. Business relationship consummated with the limo driver, Denise walked down the steps to the Six Sentence Café and Bistro, her boots keeping time with her heart; a wave of familiarity and comfort, typically reserved for lovers and good friends, washed over her as she opened the door.

The etched transom window (a gift from an old benefactor or so the story went) above the Café’s door filtered the morning light, throwing kaleidoscopic figures and shapes onto the parquet flooring, absent only party confetti, it was a spotlight not to be squandered as Denise spun around in her best Ginger Rogers and, her smile bowing into an encore, continued past the bar on her right and to the short hallway beyond.

As she reached the end of the bar, its stools now still steel and black leather sentries in proper formation, she caught a whiff of sliced citrus, French fries and….the ocean…?; she turned around and finding no ghostly apparitions, continued down the hallway until she reached the Manager’s Office, gold lettering on the door shimmering in morning shadows, the door slightly ajar, she pushed it open gently, closing it behind her until she heard it latch closed.

Already feeling some relief, Denise whispered greetings and salutations to the musicians and actors whose likeness adorned the office walls in screen print and canvas, images of the now dead, serving as both confidant and confessor; sinking into the butter-soft leather of the sofa, a hint of char whispered from the fireplace.

Echoes from a lifetime – from teachers to friends, acquaintances to co-workers, “nothing gets to you, does it, you’re always so together, do you even cry?“ stayed at her side, failing to quiet her mind she instead pushed them along, her emotions relegated to a holding cell for release at a later date, like a movie production; she knew a day would come when she’d be unable to stem a tide of tears the likes of which Noah would fear.

 

It’s Six Sentence Story Thursday Link Up!

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and another edition of Six Sentence Stories!
You feel it yet? Hear that low level humming sound? Yeah, that is electricity! What do you mean what am I talking about? I’m talking about Six Sentence Stories. I’m talking about the fact in less than 4 hours time, the doors to the world’s biggest story time will commence. And when it does, you’ll begin to notice an unmistakable electricity that begins to compound with each Six Sentence Story written and read. Not to worry. No grounding equipment required 😁 Speaking of grounding…there is no specific genre of writing necessary to participate in Six Sentence Stories. Let your muse be the guide in sharing 6 and exactly 6 sentences of fantasy, historical fiction, drama, science fiction, humor, mystery, poetry or the next scene in your ongoing serial story. Looking forward to another round of fabulous story telling! Read you soon!

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Link the URL to your post via the blue “Click here to enter” button below.
Link is live Wednesday 6:00 PM, ends way late Saturday night!
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers  😀

PROMPT WORDCONFETTI

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https://fresh.inlinkz.com/js/widget/load.js?id=a8b40ada7693d64e5923You can’t use up creativity. The more you use, the more you have.” – Maya Angelou


Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and Sunday’s prompt word reveal for Six Sentence Stories!
I say with confidence, there is not a one among us would disagree with Mr. Thackeray. It is that very thing that prompts us to pick up a pen, sit at our computers/laptops or hold the stylus over the screen of our phones. The act of writing often sets in motion a stream of: profound thought, magical poetry, sheer garbage of monumental piles or ditty upon ditty upon ditty. Point being until a first word is lain upon the vellum, typed across the monitor screen, we deprive ourselves of the possibility for that word to guide us to destinations we may not have otherwise consciously traveled. For how could we? You know, when I get all soap boxy like this, I speak loudest to my own self. To pick up the pen once again. What do you say? Type or write the prompt word below; see where it leads. Return to the ‘Edge beginning Wednesday evening with 6 and only 6 sentences of whoever, whatever, wherever; let’s explore together. Six Sentence Stories, where creativity roams free. Writing implements at the ready? Good. Let’s begin…

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Link up at Wednesday’s post. Link goes live at 6:00 pm through Saturday late…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 😀

PROMPT WORDCONFETTI

There are a thousand thoughts lying within a man that he does not know till he takes up the pen to write.”  – William Makepeace Thackeray

Last Dance. It’s a 6.

“You understand about NDs, am I right?… the “Disclosure” in “Non-Disclosure” refers to anything you saw, heard, think you remember, hell, the name of the bouncer at the last joint we were asked to leave; if you even smile at the thought of a stray image that might remain in your subconscious, you will be in breach of that agreement thereby inviting certain and unpleasant ramifications – in other words, say anything to anyone about tonight and you’re f”d.”

Denise, now front seat passenger in the rented Vanta-black limo, the promise written into every online, print, even the order form, read simply “Girls Night Out” and despite the revelry induced disarray to her hair and clothes, looked very much the stern parent admonishing their student driver child for running a stop sign.

The driver nervously adjusted his tie as if it were a tightening noose and stared at the woman sitting beside him, an unexplainable contradiction, she was Mary Poppins, but with a whip; he smiled slightly at the thought.

Holy shit damn, would you look at the sunrise, how incredible is that sky… the girls have no idea what they’re missing!”

Halfway out of the door, one foot on the concrete of the sidewalk, Denise leaned back in, an eye to details and need for accounting reflecting her non-wild-night self; the dry-splatter beach sand on the carpet prompted a smile, silent after-the-fact gratitude that everyone knew how to swim; she closed the limo door, bag filled with pieces of lingerie, a couple of matchbooks, a business card, then touched the small bandage on the inside of her left forearm hoping the ink would look as good in the daylight as it had last night, the only part of the evening she lost control.

As the sun took its final step up to the horizon, the Bartender took the last step down to the entrance to the Six Sentence Café and Bistro