Thank goodness the moderator/curator/hostess of Thursday’s Six Sentence Story blog hop keeps the link open until the following Tuesday. Oh, wait! That’d be me lol But! I did not originate the hop so the late link availability credit should go where credit is due. Oh, yoo-hoo! Is that you Josie Two Shoes? 🙂 I’m thinkin’ so. This may be sounding like a Ten Things of Thankful post (it’s not) but I’d better thank you as well Zoe as you were the last administratrix of this hop. (good op to ask you where you’ve been, young lady lol where’s your 6?!)
I looked, I stared, stood in utter amazement, my eyes fixated.
The process had been difficult, at times, even painful.
Throughout the journey though, I’d felt deep down, in my gut, I was doing the right thing.
They say there’s a price attached to everything, and we are our own broker.
Years upon years the damage had been done, tolerated and I looked the other way, making the choices, or not, that may have made a difference.
Aren’t you pleased you invested in yourself, your teeth look as white as freshly fallen snow, polished smooth as glass and looking absolutely flawless.
Welcome one, welcome all to GirlieOnTheEdge. Last Sunday I posted the prompt word for this week’s Six Sentence Story. And tonight? It’s link night! The link is posted and goes live each Wednesday evening to allow our international writer friends to link up on their Thursday. Everyone have their stories written? Not yet? No worries! Link stays open until next Tuesday!
Want to join in the fun? Here’s all you have to do:
Write 6 sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Meet back here to link your story.
Make the rounds. Tell your fellow writers how awesome they are, and don’t be shy about sharing out!
CUE WORD: POLISH
“A professional writer is an amateur who didn’t quit.”
Hello and welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge. Is everyone ready for another round of Six Sentence Stories? Excellent! Me too 😀
Hey, for the new folks joining in – you’ll find this a casual, surprising, challenging bloghop! Fun. Did I mention it was fun? If you’ve never participated in a blog hop and are unfamiliar with hop etiquette, it’s pretty straightforward. The week’s prompt word is announced each Sunday. After you come back here (beginning Wednesday night, when the link goes live) to link the url to your Six Sentence Story, a thumbnail will be created on a separate page. This separate page gives you ready access to everyone’s Six. SSS’s at a glance. And that is where the fun continues! Begin reading everyone’s Six Sentence Story, leave them a comment, share out if so inclined and sit back and marvel at the myriad of imaginations that dot the landscape each and every week 🙂
6 Sentences. No more. No less. (Genre of your choosing)
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Return here Thursday, link your post and…
Read, enjoy, share, have fun!
CUE WORD: POLISH
“A mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge.”
—George R. R. Martin
I had intended to post a Ten Things of Thankful post this weekend. Thank you Clark for a great TToT and for reminding us of the origins of this hop. Seeing as this is the last week the TToT will be hosted by Josie, how could I even think of not posting! Thanks to Lizzi for bringing it to us 🙂 Many thanks to Kristi for being the new administratrix, curator, overseer. We are in wonderfully capable hands 🙂
It’s 8:48 pm. Just got off the phone with Clark of the Wakefield Doctrine. He’s been hosting a call in show, the Wakefield Doctrine Saturday Night Call in Show for…a long time! Good convo. Had a little bit of everything, talked about writing, flash fiction, raccoons, rogers, Ted radio talk.
Don’t know about you and where you live but here, in the DC area? Gorgeous weather lately. Warm, sunny, n-i-c-e. Cool, huh Kristi? About time, eh? lol Hey Kristi! Guess who Alexa cued up just now? Oh yea, our favorite band and an oldie but goodie. Of course, Fade to Black. Never too old. Never.
I feel like just writing but I realize there is protocol to follow and so without further delay and/or rambling, my thankfuls are as follows:
- Metallica! At this moment, because it’s playing right now, the instrumental in Fade to Black.
- The 1980’s. The music. The heavy, glorious metal and the fact that life for me was all about bands and musicians. I was fortunate my circle of friends were musicians. Life revolved around music. It was good.
- A visit to my hair stylist. Nothing better to lift your spirits (if you are of the female persuasion) than getting a haircut and highlights on a beautiful Saturday morning.
- House sitting. So this house sitting gig comes with Alexa in the kitchen. Luckily for me, my niece and nephew in law have good taste in music…that’s right. They dig 80’s metal. Alexa’s got all the right stations cued. I can sit and write this post to Motley Crue, Cinderella, the aforementioned Metallica, Skid Row… 😀
- My car.
- The love of driving.
- I am thankful for getting a damned hold of myself after my first night house sitting. I know I have company in my almost phobia/fear of dolls. The big ones. The ones that are 3′ or taller. With faces. Damned straight. No good. None of ’em! My first night, Thursday, it was late, I went to the lowest level, the family room, to get something. Wtf! Youngest nephew had left his oversized, stuffed Superman doll laying across the sofa cushions. Painted face and all. I’m sleeping up on the 4th level. Not a huge house but still, 4 levels. No carpeting on the stairs. See where I’m going with this? lol The bed faces the door which of course, duh, opens to the hallway. The stairs are to the right past a bedroom and the upstairs bathroom. I could not stop my imagination. What if I looked over and saw Superman standing in the doorway? No. Not a great night sleep lol
- Thankful I remembered Superman was a positive role model. If he decided to walk up 3 flights of stairs to see me in the middle of the dark night, why, surely that was a good thing. Right?
- Positive examples of practice. Positive examples of people developing their craft. New writers showing up at Six Sentence Stories. Hey Marti! Deepa! See you next round! And old friends. Good to see you May 🙂
- I am thankful each day gifted. What can I gift in return….
Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and another round of Six Sentence Stories. Alright! Everyone give me a “Oorah”, “Hooah” or a “Hooyah” or just plain old “Yay” will do 😀 It’s that time of the week for everyone to link up your SSS and let the festivities begin! I’m seeing some new faces out there and they’ve got their 6’s in hand so what say we get this party started!
Rules of the hop? Less than 6!
Write 6 sentences, no more, no less.
Use this week’s prompt word in your story.
Any genre of writing acceptable.
Meet back here to link up your story and let the adventures begin 🙂
CUE WORD: INVESTIGATE
“Easy reading is damn hard writing.”
Hello everyone! Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge. Every Sunday I post the prompt word for this week’s upcoming Six Sentence Story bloghop and each Thursday writers share their creative selves in a mere 6 sentences. It’s fabulous! I look forward to seeing all the usual suspects and maybe a few new faces like Marti’s. I totally enjoyed her SSS last week and hope she returns again this week 🙂
So let’s get to it. Rules:
Write 6 sentences. No more, no less.
Can be any genre.
Use this week’s cue/prompt word.
Head back over here on Thursday to link up.
Read, visit, share, enjoy 🙂
CUE WORD: INVESTIGATE
“No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer, no surprise in the reader.”
Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and my Six Sentence Story…
Sidewinder Sally sat sadly at the large, place setting for one pedestal kitchen table, its dark oak oval jutting vertically from the cool mint of the green wall.
Cynicism had found a new home as self-imagined wrongdoings ran rampant among the bitterness, the by product appearing like a light coating of dust begging for a rag.
Her half eaten, lightly buttered rye toast, once an enjoyable morning accoutrement, had become a daily burnt offering to those creatures of nature (emboldened by the myriad of such offerings flung regularly from the upper deck of the 2 story cottage) who came to dine on the expanse of green that was Sally’s backyard.
It’s not fair.. what had she done to deserve this seeming turn of fate’s hands?!
Sally had shut the door so tightly, retreated so far into a landscape strewn with heartache she was unable to recognize gifts of friendship.
Sidewinder Sally sat sadly at the large, place setting for one pedestal kitchen table one last time looking for something inside of her sad, sad self that would unblock the ancient dam, help her shed the first tear for way down deep, she knew there were many.