It’s Six Sentence Story Thursday Link Up!

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and another edition of Six Sentence Stories!
Yes, another edition. Thanks to you! It is because of all of you – your creative enthusiasm, love of writing and willingness to share the fruits of your craft, that this blog hop lives. This is a good thing. The even better thing? The sense of community I feel, and hope you feel as well, within these humble halls. So – if you’ve a mind to do a bit of writing, why not write a story or poem or perhaps the next scene from a work in progress (wip). All that is required is your work be comprised of 6 and precisely 6 sentences. Piece ‘o cake, no? You up for the challenge? We hope so! Hey, did I mention how much fun Six Sentence Stories is? 🙂

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 through Saturday night late!
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers  😀

PROMPT WORDBOUTIQUE

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Poetry might be defined as the clear expression of mixed feelings.” – W. H. Auden

Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and Sunday’s prompt word reveal for Six Sentence Stories!
I might as well have tattooed on my body “the road to hell is paved with good intentions”. Growing up, my mother often spoke those words to me. I suppose it should come as no surprise it became one of my favorite self admonitions as an adult, lol. With copious numbers of good intentions, I find myself posting late this morning today. Heck, for some of you, you’re well into your day. Allow me to tarry no longer. This week’s prompt word, btw, comes courtesy of TVTA. Many of you have enjoyed TVTA’s writings as he has become a regular fixture at SSS and if you don’t know him, stop in and say “hey”. Tell him Girlie sent you 😀 Have a superb day (or evening!), be present and write.

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Return here, link your post Wednesday night through Saturday late…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 😀

PROMPT WORDBOUTIQUE 

One can be well-bred and write bad poetry.” – Molière

Once upon a time. It’s a 6

We found Grand dead, comfortably cradled in the mahogany arms of her antique upholstered rocking chair, her beloved “Field Guide, Gateway to Everywhere” closed upon her lap, time worn hands clasped in finality rested gently upon the leather bound, pocket sized book, its 22k gold accents shimmering off the walls of her library as raging rays of sunlight pierced the windows giving the room the illusion it was glittering.

She’d been having brief bouts of dizziness, brushing them aside as vertigo “flashbacks”, her doctor wasn’t quite on the same page – “you’re not going to like what I’m about to say, Lila, but as your physician, I have to insist you stop the daily beach walks, at least for awhile.

Being the only one of the kids living nearby (our parents having long since parted this world), I spent a lot of time with Grand, no surprise as it was obvious from the start I’d been her favorite grandchild, never tiring of her stories, forever enraptured listening to tales of the old land, of woods and elves, fairies and magic, we’d forged a bond through imagination and creativity, a love for nature and an insistence that anything was possible if we believed.

The funeral service was simple – no burial as Grand requested her body be cremated, ashes disbursed at her favorite beach during the outgoing evening tide and I, and I alone, perform this final act on her behalf with the stipulation I carry her beloved “Field Guide” and read the inscription on the inside cover before releasing her ashes to eternity.

It was almost dusk on an unseasonably mild mid-October Thursday, a light barely-there breeze blowing, when I felt a strange sensation in the pit of my stomach accompanied by a strong compulsion to carry out Grand’s final wish so with no hesitation packed the cannister containing her ashes and her beloved “Field Guide”; while driving to the beach, I nearly ran off the road as my stomach dropped for the second time  – “read the inscription? there was no inscription on the inside cover of that book, I’ve opened it a thousand times…

Barefoot, jeans rolled up to mid shin, toes gripping cold, loose sand greedily, I soon found myself down beach at water’s edge in the exact spot I knew was where I should let Grand go, where I should read the words she thought were written; pulling out the “Field Guide” to honor her wishes by going through the motions, I opened the book, the world shifting as I did, my eyes staring at what I absolutely knew to have been a blank page, the following inscription – “this, dear grandchild, is my last gift for you, treasure it sweetheart as did I and discover the magic that lies within its pages, it truly is a field guide to everywhere…”

 

It’s Six Sentence Story Thursday Link Up!

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and another edition of Six Sentence Stories! Take a chance. Write a Six. What have you got to lose? Accept the challenge. Surely lesser on the scale of such things nowadays, yes? Escape. Catharsis. Community. Entertainment. Practice. Whatever your reason for writing, for writing a Six Sentence Story – persist, insist, produce. Benefits abound for both writer and reader. How often have we read a Six in the halls of this blog hop and said “holy shit damn, that was good!” (Apologies for the profanity as typically I write these SSS posts for a “G” rating however today, I’m taking a chance.) Bottom line: you have access to a writing challenge you know can be fun, frustrating, confounding and at times exasperating. Yet at the end of the day, there’s satisfaction in knowing you’ve written 6 sentences that otherwise may have languished in your brain’s locker room begging for a chance to suit up. Game time: 6:00 PM tonight. Meet you at the field!

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 through Saturday night late!
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers  😀

PROMPT WORDFIELD

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So long as you write it away regularly nothing can really hurt you.” –  Shirley Jackson

Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and Sunday’s prompt word reveal for Six Sentence Stories! It’s late morning in the Mid-Atlantic, skies overcast, impatient for the anticipated deluge. Grasses green, they sport a bronze burnish from fallen leaves.. no denying summer has crossed over. I am reminded by this post only, that today is Sunday. Sundays being a traditional day of offerings, it’s fairly cool it is also the day the prompt/cue/use this word for the upcoming edition of Six Sentences Stories is offered. May it inspire, challenge, bring about creative break-throughs or simply provide a distraction. Whatever the words be, in whatever form that comprise precisely 6 sentences, please share them by returning here Wednesday evening and linking your creation. Creativity is contagious. Please share yours. May you enjoy and engage your week!

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Return here, link your post Wednesday night through Saturday late…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 😀

PROMPT WORDFIELD

It is a mistake to fancy that horror is associated inextricably with darkness, silence, and solitude.” – H.P. Lovecraft 

E = I x R. It’s a 6.

Seared and blackened as a 3 inch steak held hostage by a grease fire, Violet was more than done. What a fool, what a stooge….eye lids sticky from the crust of too little sleep, she stumbled from bed, marveling at her own resistance. The signs, like college freshman crashing a week long block party staggering by the roadside, had been there all along. What’s it going to take? Hand trembling, business card grasped between her fingers like the last cigarette in the pack, Violet reached for her phone. I’m ready now.

It’s Six Sentence Story Thursday Link Up!

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and another edition of Six Sentence Stories!
(Psst! Lean in a little. No. A little more. Don’t want to say this too loud). Clark told me a trick to use if I want to avoid using the new (shhhh!).. block editor. Worked just fine and dandy. And why wouldn’t it? ‘Tis the season of Trick or Treat after-all. (you guys know where I’m taking this, lol. humor me already.) Six Sentence Stories blog hop is absolutely all treat. Bring 6 sentences back here, beginning tonight after 6:00 PM EST US through almost the stroke of midnight Saturday, link up your URL and let the adventure begin! Story, poem, scene, memoir-ette or musing – whatever you want to surprise us with. We’d love to read 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 through Saturday night late!
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers  😀

PROMPT WORD RESISTANCE

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https://fresh.inlinkz.com/js/widget/load.js?id=9c9b10dbdecdfb9300b0Despite my ghoulish reputation, I really have the heart of a small boy. I keep it in a jar on my desk.” –  Robert Bloch

Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and Sunday’s prompt word reveal for Six Sentence Stories! Alright boys and girls, after a bit of self-deliberation (culminating in a spur of the moment reaction), I decided to use the “new” WP block editor thingamajig to write this post. I’ll spare you the gamut of mind machinations leading up to my decision however, I will share the fact I experienced a moment of certain discomfit. Far be it for technology to interfere with the continuation of this most awesome of blog hops, so without further ado, I offer for your writing pleasure, this week’s word prompt. Use this word within exactly 6 sentences and you gain entrance to a wonderfully fun and challenging writing challenge. The bonus? You get to hob nob with a group of the most awesome writers anywhere. Enjoy your writing and the week ahead. And if you swear you hear a scream off in the distance, most likely it’s me navigating and exploring my new dashboard 🙂 Later, peeps!

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Return here, link your post Wednesday night through Saturday late…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 😀 

PROMPT WORD:  RESISTANCE

If the word doesn’t exist, invent it; but first be sure it doesn’t exist.”
― Charles Baudelaire

All in a day’s work. It’s a 6.

What the f*#k, take it easy, I just about dropped the end of this heavy ass couch!” – the volume of Jed’s voice rose in concert with the level of frustration building, barely drowning out the voice inside his head mocking him for lending a hand on this job, hell, he barely knew the woman.

The “woman”, Jed’s neighbor, was an attorney locals gossiped was on the fast track to national attention, her propensity for taking cases defending “questionable” clients garnering her increasing attention only now her body lay as cold as an Antarctica ice sheet in the city morgue; while the papers initially reported her death as resulting from natural causes, it was rumored to have been upgraded to “cause of death not yet determined”.

Whatever, at the rate they were moving, the house would be empty by tomorrow, a for sale sign most likely planted in the front yard the following day and an easy 5 bills in his pocket for a weekend’s worth of “cake” work.

Put ‘er on the truck boys, last load“, the foreman’s voice trailing with the setting sun, Jed ran back into the house for his jacket thrown on the floor of what was now an all but deserted living room with the exception of a few photographs on the fireplace mantle, the last personal possessions to be cleared from the house.

As he passed the fireplace, one of the photos caught his eye, in one of those 3d hologram frames, it was of a pretty girl about 12 years old standing next to an older, but not old, man whose tattooed right arm was wrapped around the girl, both of them laughing.

Reaching the front foyer, Jed felt his skin crawl, the sensation his mom used to describe as feeling as if someone just walked over your grave because he’d swear he heard a voice … “this is a fine kettle of fish you’ve found yourself in, I think you’d better figure it out sweetheart.”

 

It’s Six Sentence Story Thursday Link Up!

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and another edition of Six Sentence Stories! As I while away the hours minutes wandering the halls of information that is the internet (on my way to writing this post), I smile reading today’s quote. I’ve long since ceased (almost) keeping lists of books to purchase for my “library” – you know, the one containing the classics we tell ourselves we should read 😉 Presently, my reading has been the stories written by all of you. So what do you say?! Write a Six this week and keep me in excellent reading material?! If you’re new to the Six Sentence Story blog hop – all you need is to write and link a poem or story or scene from a “wip” written in exactly 6 sentences and you’re golden! 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 through Saturday night late!
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers  😀

PROMPT WORD:  VOLUME

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Collect books, even if you don’t plan on reading them right away. Nothing is more important than an unread library.” – John Waters