Life Walks. It’s a 6.

It’s Wednesday evening and again I seem to think I can travel back to my youth where pumping one out (as in term paper) the night before was sop.  To say I’ve gotten into the habit of writing a Six Sentence Story every week is a bit premature, but to say that I’ve gotten into a routine of trying to write one the night before is dead on lol. Welcome to my place, GirlieOnTheEdge and this is my Six Sentence Story.

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She glanced at the giant “antique” wall clock hanging on the far wall near the peak of the great room they called living room, then down into the teddy bear brown eyes of 2 seemingly patient black Labrador Retrievers sitting like perfect stone doorstops as they waited for one more person…

The momentary calm evaporated as quickly as a drop of cold water on a heated fry pan when the other half of the human equation came out from the bedroom calling “who’s ready to go for a walk?!”

On cue, pandemonium broke loose as each dog began their individual canine happy dance in celebration of the anticipated outing, body slamming each other, as well as their human counterparts.

As was their habit, man walked the female canine, the woman walked the male canine and true to speculation or simple observation, each dog was indeed a “daddy’s girl” and a “momma’s boy”.

Years passed, the ritual sustained and constant, it rarely varied as routine was routine, and the routine nothing but pleasure.

Until a day when 2 became 1, 1 became none and there was left 2 divided by zero…

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It’s Six Sentence Story Thursday Link Up!

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and another round of Six Sentence Stories. Yes! The rumors are true. You have only to write a story, or poem, a chunk o’ soc, could even be a snippet from a wip and as long as it contains only 6 sentences, you can link it up here and participate in one of the best blog hops anywhere. Rules of the hop are posted below and on the link page for your convenience 🙂 SSS is challenging, fun, entertaining and for sure a learning experience. I hope you will join us 😀

Rules of the hop?
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Come back here on Thursday, link your post…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 🙂

CUE WORDHABIT

“Do not hoard what seems good for a later place in the book, or for another book; give it, give it all, give it now.”
—Annie Dillard

Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

So good to see you! Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge. You know, I never thought I would be a torchbearer of tradition for anything but my own private, idiosyncratic traditions. Six Sentence Stories has fast become a tradition out here on the world wide web and I’m very happy to bring this hop to everyone. Every Thursday you can knock on my virtual door and link your story for all who stop by looking for a quick read. Make no mistake! 6 sentences can be succinctly short or creatively long. Either way, you will never be disappointed. I hope you’ll join us in this week’s Six Sentence Story Bloghop.

Rules of the hop?
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word in any acceptable iteration.
Come back here on Thursday, link your post…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 🙂

CUE WORD HABIT

“Write while the heat is in you. … The writer who postpones the recording of his thoughts uses an iron which has cooled to burn a hole with.”
—Henry David Thoreau

There are always 10. 10 Thankfuls.

Sunday. A better day. Each day has the potential to be a better day. Coming off a promising one yesterday but having gotten ambushed by an insidious force, I find myself giving it another go. At living deliberately, trying to utilize time well, being not only productive but creative.

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and my offering for the Ten Things of Thankful blog hop. Echoing Clark’s sentiments in his TToT, the Thankful #1 spot goes to Kristi for persevering as the not so new anymore hostess of this hop. Seems Kristi has been having a dee-dilly of a time with the code. I can identify with her completely on that issue. I appreciate her persistence and dedication to working out the bugs. Thank you.

Weather. #2 spot goes to some pretty darned beautiful weather lately. Being on the other side of summer now (sorry, but we all know we are even if it feels as if it just began lol), I treasure the warm temperatures.

Encouragement. #3 spot goes to those who encourage and support my ongoing effort to develop writing skills.

The Tubes! #4 spot goes to the Tubes 6th? album Completion Backwards Principle. Hey Jennifer! Remember seeing them in that little club and hanging out with the guitar and bass players afterwards? 😀

My health, my life. #5 spot goes to having good health of mind and body.

Mom & pop record stores. #6 goes to those brick and mortar, disappearing relics of my youth.

Used book stores, new book stores…the Harvard Coop! #7 goes to all of them. I used to love going to the Coop in my college days. But any bookstore (almost) will do 🙂

Feel good movies. #8 spot goes to films that make you feel good.

Musicians, poets, artists. #9 spot goes to all of them. Life could not exist without them.

#10 spot goes always to acknowledgement that this day is a gift. Only this day. And that my friends, is my cue to go…

*I know! I will always think of the final Seinfeld episode 😀

Deal or No Deal. It’s a 6.

What do you mean you lost track of time?! With the back of her hand and somewhat impatiently, Miriam wiped what seemed to be a never ending bead of sweat forming on her brow in spite of the air conditioning, in what she’d heard was the hottest July since 1930.

I’m sorry Mom, but Trevor and I went down to the crossroads to hang out and stuff, ya know?

Only 6 months a widow, Miriam Webster Jansen was only beginning to feel the struggle of raising RJ, her 13 going on 30 son, who painfully for her, was the spitting image of his dad, all lean and angular, tall with an unruly mop of brown hair, slightly crooked smile… and who shared in his dad’s love of music if not his talent for it.

Sometime around midnight, Miriam was awakened by the sound of beautiful and haunting music and, figuring RJ had left his CD player on, made her way down the hall to her son’s bedroom to turn it off; she quietly opened the door.

Every hair on both arms stood on end as she stared at her only child sitting on the side of his bed, fingers effortlessly working the strings of his father’s guitar, and prayed to God there was a logical explanation.

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It’s Six Sentence Story Thursday Link Up!

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge. It is Thursday, Jeudi, Jueves, गुरूवार, Donnerstag and that means it’s time for posting the link for tomorrow’s Six Sentence Stories blog hop. Let’s not mince any words about…let’s write!

Rules of the hop?
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Come back here on Thursday, link your post…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 🙂

CUE WORD:  EXPLAIN

“Keep a small can of WD-40 on your desk—away from any open flames—to remind yourself that if you don’t write daily, you will get rusty.”
—George Singleton

Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge on a gorgeous Sunday evening! I hope everyone has equally beautiful weather but if not, may it soon be on its way to you 🙂 Thank you all for stopping by to pick up the word prompt for this coming week’s Six Sentence Stories blog hop. Last week’s hop was really fun and we had a new writer contributing, welcome Granny Annie.

Rules of the hop?
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Come back here on Thursday, link your post…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 🙂

CUE WORD EXPLAIN

“One thing that helps is to give myself permission to write badly. I tell myself that I’m going to do my five or 10 pages no matter what, and that I can always tear them up the following morning if I want. I’ll have lost nothing—writing and tearing up five pages would leave me no further behind than if I took the day off.”
—Lawrence Block, WD