Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and Six Sentence Stories! Who’s fired up?! Who!? I invite everyone to join me, this week and every week, in writing a story for the best blog hop on the planet! If there was audio to accompany this post (check out Faith at Prairie Wind Press and her 6 from last week. She included an audio “transcript”. Awesome.), you’d hear the enthusiasm in my voice 😀 If you haven’t yet tried your hand at a Six Sentence Story, poem or 6 sentence excerpt from a work in progress (check out Clark’s “the Case of the Missing Starr“), why not give it a shot. Guaranteed, you’ll be hooked. Happy writing my friends. Read you soon!
Rules of the hop: Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Come back here Thursday through Tuesday, link your post…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 🙂
“I watched the spinning stars, grateful, sad and proud, as only a man who has outlived his destiny and realizes he might yet forge himself another, can be.”
― Roger Zelazny, Isle of the Dead
Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and the Sunday Six Sentence Story Prompt Word Reveal! Huge thanks to Mimi of messymimi’s meanderings and the ever prolific Lisa at The Prolific Pulse. Mimi and Lisa responded to last week’s Sunday Six Sentence Story prompt word post with suggestions for the next 2 weeks worth of Sixes. Thank you, ladies! This week’s prompt word is courtesy of Ms. Mimi. The prompt word for the September 19, 2019 edition is offered up by Ms. Lisa. If anyone wants to fill the slot for the September 26, 2019 “issue” of Six Sentence Stories, let me know! Hey, just a reminder – the Six runs Thursday – Tuesday so don’t forget to check back for new stories. 3 new 6’s in the last 3 days, check em ‘out! Have a stellar week and I’ll meet you back here 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 🙂
PROMPT WORD: CARDINAL
“All our words are but crumbs that fall down from the feast of the mind.” -Khalil Gibran
“Zero bend radius“, I managed to utter the six syllables through a velvety layer of pain suspended on marshmallow cushions, courtesy of the house Tylenol & Codeine.
“That’s crazy, babe, you can’t not bend, it’s not natural, everyone bends, this way, that way, any which way!”
“But loose, right?” Lying flat on my back, smile fading like the sun on September 23rd, I stared fixedly up at the stipple brush texture of our living room ceiling.
“Promise me, the next time you to take a trip down memory lane, it’s not on a skateboard, you’re lucky you’re not paralyzed.”
As I drifted towards sleep’s rough edges, I wondered…is it better to age in safety and security or age actively, adventurously just a little this side of the “danger” zone…
Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and another round of Six Sentence Stories! I ask you, I challenge you to reward yourself with time spent exploring your imagination and this week’s Six Sentence Story prompt word. I guarantee you’ll be glad you did. Close your eyes. Inhale deeply. As you slowly exhale, gently let go of that which binds you at this very moment and… take a leisurely walk down wonder lane. There, at the very end, see? Sentences. Many, many sentences yet you need only 6. Expressed as poetry, flash fiction or an excerpt from current/next/thinking about next, book. Six Sentences gains you entrance to whatever landscape you desire. We hope you’ll join us this week 🙂
Rules of the hop: Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Come back here Thursday through Tuesday, link your post…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 🙂
“If there is a magic in story writing, and I am convinced there is, no one has ever been able to reduce it to a recipe that can be passed from one person to another.”
― John Steinbeck
Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and the Sunday word prompt for this coming Thursday’s Six Sentence Story Blog Hop. A broken record, I know but where, oh where, did the time go?! (no doubt you’re thinking “Why Girlie, did you not know that “time” is a construct?”) What do you say, for a couple of weeks, we mix it up a bit. Beginning with the September 12th edition of Six Sentence Stories, how about we use writer’s choice for the rest of the month! Any time between now and next Saturday night, stop by, leave your suggested prompt word and I’ll put it in queue. First come, first used! (if we’ve used the word recently, I’ll let you know and you find us another). Who’s game? Have a creative week everyone and I’ll see you back here 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 🙂
PROMPT WORD: ZONE
“To gain your own voice, you have to forget about having it heard.”
— Allen Ginsberg
What does the future hold for our aspiring actor and Rowena? Time will surely tell…
Note: there is some harsh language in the opening sentence.
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“What the fuck you moanin’ about, she didn’t break up with you man, lighten the fuck up“. Maybe you’re on a break, aren’t chicks always telling each other “there’s always more fish in the sea?”
Thursday was still “party night”; Benny, (who I’d met freshman year at NYU) and I’d been hanging at the Treehouse but got bored by the Gen Z kids and wound up down the street at our usual place, Johnny’s (my parents watched this old TV show, “Cheers“, an imaginary, but not, bar in Boston where “everybody knows your name”, well at Johnny’s, everyone knew our names.)
Benny and I squeezed our way up to the bar, did a shot, quickly downed a beer chaser; then got down to business, ordering a jack and coke for me and another (what else) beer for Benny.
It’d been 2 weeks since I’d seen Rowena, she hadn’t texted, hadn’t called; I wasn’t sure what was going on but I still had reservations at Smoke Jazz and Supper Club, a surprise for our 6 month anniversary (blew me away, but Rowena was heavily into jazz when she wasn’t head banging to old school metal, talk about eclectic taste in music).
While Benny went to take a leak, I wandered deep in smoke laden first date memories of taking Rowena to Birdland, The Blue Note and her favorite, the Jazz Gallery, when I heard Benny yell (sounded more like a howl) from a few bar stools over – “hey, man, c’mere, I want you to meet Amber, she just moved to the city, wants to get some acting gigs; I told her you could help her out.”
