It’s a Wrap. It’s a 6.

falling, falling, falling through space and timeno longer solid nor liquid, you among the divineshedding all that binds, weighs to the corefree of shackles, go exploresearch among the stars, yours now to restoresend them shooting through night sky sublime

It’s Six Sentence Story Thursday Link Up!

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and another edition of Six Sentence Stories!
As The Atomic Mage recently expressed at Sunday’s post, “Phew”. Why am I saying it? Well, each day I wake up, I figure I’m off to a fantastic start. Once I’ve consumed my first mug of coffee, I begin to feel the cobwebs dissipate allowing, for lack of better word, clarity (coffee drinkers know of what I speak, lol) After opening the pages of Girlie this morning; after reading the draft intro I’d written way late last night, I promptly crumpled it up and threw it in the wastebasket. More often than not, that’s how it goes with our writing. We write and write and re-write until we find more proper words, better words – until the words write themselves. This blog hop, Six Sentence Stories, is many things; among those, an opportunity to share with others the product of the meanderings among our imaginations, our musings or perhaps the latest goings on in a character’s life. It is a simple thing offered here each week: write a story or poem, a scene from a serial or wip or share the head flash of an “soc”. In exactly 6 sentences. Doors open tonight, 6:00 pm. No cover, just come on in. We’ll be waiting for you.

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 WORD RESTORE

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Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep.”
– Scott Adams

Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and Sunday’s prompt word reveal for Six Sentence Stories!
For those new to this blog hop, today is the day of the week I provide a prompt word. This word is to be inserted into a story – fiction or non, a piece of poetry, perhaps a slice of “soc” or even the next installment of an ongoing serial. There are no genre limitations, there are no rules really, save for the 6 sentence rule. You must write your composition in precisely 6 sentences. As the ditty goes, “no more. no less”. It’s easy peasy puddin’ pie (have no idea, lol)  Try it. It’s a lot of fun, I promise. But don’t listen to me! Ask any of the fabulous writers who contribute each week and they will tell you of the challenge and satisfaction, the research and discovery as being only a few of the many perks of writing a Six Sentence Story 🙂 Have a very good week everyone, 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 WORDRESTORE

I will go to my grave in a state of abject endless fascination that we all have the capacity to become emotionally involved with a personality that doesn’t exist.”
Berkeley Breathed

History 101. It’s a 6.

Previously on “Zombies and puppies”: our heroine Jaya and golden retriever Seven, having rescued friend and ally Ryan from the clutches of the zombie aka rabid horde, are taking temporary refuge at a Tractor Supply Co. in McKinney, Texas, a few miles from the abandoned warehouse where Ryan was held captive. As Seven investigates the perimeter of the property, an adrenalin pumped Jaya aggressively interrogates Ryan for details surrounding his capture and more importantly, answer her most pressing question: who was the mysterious alpha rabid, dubbed Gladiator? Click here to read the last Episode

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I was tired, no not tired, weary – life weary. All I wanted was to curl up and get lost in my old brown and tan oversized chair that for reasons no longer valid, was big enough to fit 2 people, and get lost in the pages of a book.

Thank you, murderous zombie citizens of post-apocalyptica; thanks for killing my parents, my friends, my husband and that girl who worked at the 7-Eleven near the drugstore who was always trying to read some college textbook between ringing up drunk high school students and fending off 12 year old boys, trying to impress her; you didn’t miss anyone I loved. I ran my scraped, blood mascaraed fingers along the the silver chain around my neck, down my chest until I felt the circular outline of the white gold keepsake between my breasts; I pressed until I winced. I will find people, scientists, doctors, someone with the cure for the disease or whatever the hell it was that set the world on its axis and sent humanity into a tailspin.

I got up from the picnic table, Ryan now staring off into a landscape populated by monsters both made and self-made, a crow distracted me, shouting down from its weightless circle in the sky; I remembered a line of dialogue from a classic film: “there are two kinds of pain in the world – pain that hurts – pain that alters.

It’s Six Sentence Story Thursday Link Up!

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and another edition of Six Sentence Stories!
Have we gathered our charcoal sticks, our pencils, pens and markers? Have we the watercolors and the oils? Perhaps your screen, like mine is (still) blank, an eager palette hungry for the first stroke. The first keystroke to begin our story or poem or scene from a continuing serial story. Whatever you create this week, we invite you to share it here at Six Sentence Stories. Use this week’s prompt word, write a piece in exactly 6 sentences, link it per instruction below and voilà! Let the travels begin.

AUTHOR’S NOTE:  My apologies in advance. I’ve been in the Northeast. A storm in the early morning hours caused power/internet outages. I’m hoping by tomorrow morning all will have been restored. If not, I shall venture forth in search of internet access! I’m looking forward to reading everyone 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 WORDKEEPSAKE

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The progress of any writer is marked by those moments when he manages to outwit his own inner police system.” – Ted Hughes


Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and Sunday’s prompt word reveal for Six Sentence Stories!
Greetings on a sunny, Sunday afternoon everyone. I hope you are enjoying your day or evening 🙂 As writers, we are not unfamiliar with our minds and imaginations wandering off on occasion. A welcome thing that, non? …Some of you may be familiar with the John Wick film franchise. I suspect for many, it may not be your cup of tea. There’s a line of dialogue in a scene from Parabellum 3, actually 4 words, I feel is applicable to this community that is Six Sentence Stories. Circumstances of the film aside, those four words are “the commerce of relationships.” We engage in that here at the ‘Edge each week when we accept the challenge to write a story or poem or scene in exactly 6 sentences. You write, we read. We write, you read. It is a most awesome exchange.

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 WORDKEEPSAKE

I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine.” – Emily Dickinson

Hold the Door! It’s a 6.

Due to….there’s been a change in… however, may we bring you…

A little story about the block.  No, no, no – not about how I’ve been around the block a few times or how sometimes there’s nothing like a gourmet block of cheese, a few crackers and a half carafe of Merlot. Rather the fact ’tis Saturday evening, midnight approaches and it appears I’ve lost something by the roadside. Not irretrievable, yea I have confidence recovery will be had. However, now the lanterns burn low, day put to bed. Softly, dreams unfold, drifting into darkness until they discover me, their gentle treatment guiding me out from around the block.

It’s Six Sentence Story Thursday Link Up!

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and another edition of Six Sentence Stories!
How did everyone fare this week? Get in some good writing? Jot a few notes? Bounce ideas around in the cranial bumper cars? Excellent! So how ’bout we reconvene here beginning oh, say, 6:00 PM, US EST and link 6 sentences of poetry and flash fiction, adventure, mystery, intrigue and drama and… All that is required is an imagination and 6 sentences. Please join us this week for Six Sentences Stories. 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  😀

PROMPT WORDTREATMENT

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https://fresh.inlinkz.com/js/widget/load.js?id=a8b40ada7693d64e5923If you can speak what you will never hear, if you can write what you will never read, you have done rare things.” – Henry David Thoreau


Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and Sunday’s prompt word reveal for Six Sentence Stories!
Thank you everyone for another splendid week of stories and poetry and continuing serial scenes! Fabulous! Many thanks to those of you who may not have written a Six but drop in for a read. All who wander these halls contribute to the community that is Six Sentence Stories. Damn, I’m getting all gushy here and heaven forbid Girlie gets all gushy. We begin another week. Challenges abound. Here, in the hallowed halls of everywhere and anywhere, we gather once more to share our stories, poetry, memory lanes, current serial installment and “socs”. So let’s go out there, into the world(s) and write. Write 6 sentences, return here later this week. Let’s share where we’ve been.

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 WORD:   TREATMENT 

I believe… in the truth of the inexplicable, in the common sense of stones, in the lunacy of flowers.” – J. G. Ballard

 

A little Carnage, a bit of Comfort. It’s a 6.

We ended our previous episode with Jaya, Seven and Ryan pulling off the highway into the parking lot of a deserted business, Ryan’s dramatic rescue successful. The fact he was alive was miraculous. The more important question was why?

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There was a picnic table on the side of the Tractor Supply Co. building sitting self consciously abandoned beneath the canopy of a live oak, stringy strands of Spanish moss threading haphazardly throughout, it was an island oasis in the midst of the still hot Texas sun; I walked towards it, Ryan following lethargically; we sat across from one another, silence broken only by the rustling of leaves in the tree’s upper branches. I’d grabbed some water and protein bars out of the back of the Humvee, shoved them over to him.

I stared at Ryan impatiently, the earlier “moment” in the parking lot disappearing into disgust, “no, it wasn’t me got yanked by raving rabids, it wasn’t me got tortured or traumatized or whatever the fuck it is happened to you but you need to snap out it” – elbows on the hard hewn wood of the table, his head resting in palms coated with what hopefully were the dried remnants of rusty clay typical of this area, soiled and exhausted from a difficult day’s work.. a narrator’s voice echoed in my head sarcastically “bucolic but for the man’s blood spattered clothing and the dried dirt tracing the woman’s face, scoring her forearms”; I’d found myself in the middle of an f’ing Ken Burns video montage celebrating something mundanely dark in the history of man. “Listen Ry, I’m done with this, I need to know why you’re still alive and what was that thing came out of the woods!”

Ryan took a swig of water, swallowed slowly; he spoke softly as if he were a priest consoling the bereaved. ” These things Jaya, these rabids, yes they are a pack of way fucked up, undead walking meat sacks jonesing to score human flesh but now they’ve got themselves a captain and he’s got a brand new game plan.”