Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

Greetings! Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and this week’s Sunday Word Prompt for the most marvelous Six Sentence Story blog hop which opens here each and every Thursday. Since it’s a tad later than my normal posting, I’ll get right to it but first! I’d like to extend a warm welcome to Somewhere Sea and Sa! I hope everyone has enjoyed their weekend 🙂
See everyone on Thursday!!

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 WORDTELEVISION

“Start writing, no matter what. The water does not flow until the faucet is turned on.”
— Louis L’Amour

It’s Six Sentence Story Thursday Link Up!

Time once again to link your Six Sentence Stories! Hello, everyone. Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and another edition of the Six Sentence Story Blog Hop. The challenge and enjoyment is yours this week and every week to participate in one of the most fun blog hops on the planet! Whether you lean towards historical fiction, mystery, intrigue, poetry, romance, memoir or science fiction…whatever the genre, all are welcome. And now, to quote the bard, I say “Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow“. Read you soon 🙂

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: AGREED

And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.
– William Shakespeare (from A Midsummer Night’s Dream)

Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

Wake up everybody! It’s me, GirlieOnTheEdge bringing you this week’s prompt word for (drum roll please!)….the Six Sentence Story Blog Hop! Writers be at the ready to link your
Six Sentence Story this coming Thursday. And if you’re not quite finished by Thursday, well guess what! The link stays open until the following Tuesday. Take it from me, sometimes the story doesn’t reveal until, oh…Saturday 😀 There’s plenty of time, so hit that keyboard, pick up that pen or pencil! and see what you can see. New people! I know you’re out there. If you’re still on the fence, almost ready to link up your imaginations, remember there’s only a couple of hop rules. Got to run so…. everyone have a fabulous rest of the weekend and I’ll read you soon!!

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: AGREED

“I kept always two books in my pocket, one to read, one to write in.”
–Robert Louis Stevenson

Photosynthesis. Is it 6 or 7? It’s a 6.

I heard tell the link for the Six Sentence Story Blog Hop was still open…

Were it possible for a tree to bend on one knee, then that is precisely what the November rain draped crepe myrtle (of the house of Myrtales) would be doing but, to the untrained eye, she was merely taking a deep bow.

 

Fashionably dressed in hues of deep fuchsia, ironically this was Myrtle’s grand gesture of defiance against Mother Nature’s recent preponderance for temper tantrums.

 

She realized the mother of all required an enormous amount of flattery and almost constant caressing of her sizable ego to assuage their often tumultuous relationship.

 

So, while small, endless emissaries from moisture laden clouds self-sacrificed, Myrtle stood stoically, tireless and strong, and beautiful for she too was a mother of sorts.

 

Her limbs supported nests for the winged ones, her berries provided sustenance for both the winged and those walking on 4 legs, her flowers producing sweet nectar, source of all powerful pollination.

 

But Mother…she was the supreme provider, protector, punisher and in spite of dark days and because of sunny ones, Myrtle endured and supported she who gave her life.

 

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It’s Six Sentence Story Thursday Link Up!

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge. Yes, Virginia…it is Thursday and time for the Six Sentence Story Blog Hop to begin *whoop whoop*! What say we get the party goin’?! The regulars ’round the house have the low down on what we do here but for the newbies? Listen up peeps – couple of rules, easy peasy and you’re good to go 😀 Crunched for time this week? No problemo! The link is live right up until next Tuesday so don’t be shy. Read you soon 🙂

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 WORDKNEE

“There was a moment when I changed from an amateur to a professional. I assumed the burden of a profession, which is to write even when you don’t want to, don’t much like what you’re writing, and aren’t writing particularly well.” ― Agatha Christie

Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

Hey, everybody! Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and Sunday’s prompt word reveal for the next edition of the Six Sentence Story Blog Hop! So whose with me on the “end of daylight savings time, what time is it really and can I trick my body into getting up earlier now that it thinks it’s on the other time?” lol Yes, yes I seem to have gotten sufficient sleep last night with the gift hour. How about you? Rested and raring to write?! Excellent 😀 Anyone new stopping by, below you will find the few house rules for our most wonderful of blog hops, Six Sentence Stories. Read you soon and have a most excellent week 🙂

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 WORDKNEE

“My imagination functions much better when I don’t have to speak to people.” 
― Patricia Highsmith

9 in the pocket and we all go home. It’s a 6

Picking up where….

Things had been tense on the home front so I called my bff and we hit the pool hall early.

 

We left Bumper’s Billiards around 6:00 am on an apple crisp October morning, it was an intense 9 hours of 9 ball with Mike, the owner (a modern day “Minnesota Fats”, but not as fat) and his manager/protege Will, (meet your match Vincent Lauria lol), the 4 of us having gotten lost in green flannel and slate.

 

Pointing my ’87 Camaro, “Baby”, south, I gazed east while the day slowly and deliberately took her time preparing for her entrance, kind of like me, tension temporarily distracted, my feelings had simmered under cover of the night’s activities, and now, as the speeding white lines on the road reminded me, I was headed home, would coffee or confrontation be the morning’s stimulant?

 

Walking through the front door of our cedar shingled cottage like a gunslinger at dawn on an unsuspecting old west prairie town, I heard “Morning doll” and made my way to the kitchen to see Jake, hair sleep tousled, half shading his eyes, he was sitting at our custom designed rosewood kitchen table, his right hand resting on the inlaid Talavera Mexican tile (it was our 9th anniversary gift to each other), his left holding a half smoked cigarette, the velvety aroma of hazelnut and chocolate escaping from his coffee mug wafted up and over to me, silhouetted in the doorway.

 

Listen babe“, I began and stopped because even now, after all these years I was still mesmerized by his eyes, so beautiful, now strangely distant.

 

Jake leaned over to me holding a lit match – “whadya say kid, my heart’s been frayed for so long now, why don’t we put this to the edges, see if it goes up in flames.”

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