It’s Six Sentence Story Thursday Link Up!

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and another edition of Six Sentence Stories! I find myself wondering the same thing when I wake up on Wednesdays – how did it get to be that time of the week already! Have I slipped down Mr. Carroll’s rabbit hole? Would there be anything wrong if I had? 😀 Surely, Alice would enjoy the Six Sentence Story Blog Hop as she was heard to say to Mr. Dumpty, “the question is, whether you can make words mean so many different things”. So who’s game? Got a 6? Link it on up!
Read you soon, people 🙂

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:  NOVEL

“Revision is one of the true pleasures of writing. I love the flowers of afterthought.”
—Bernard Malamud

Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and the Sunday Six Sentence Story Word Prompt! Lovely turn out last week and a very cool variety of stories! Keep ’em coming folks 🙂 You’ve heard the maxim, “a body in motion stays in motion”? Well, “a writer who writes, stays a writer”. Right?! So let’s carve out a little time this week for a bit ‘o writing and accept the challenge that is Six Sentence Stories 😀

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 WORDNOVEL

“If I had to give young writers advice, I would say don’t listen to writers talking about writing or themselves.”
—Lillian Hellman

Did someone say Ten Things? It’s a TToT

Hey! So what do you guys think? Do certain people have a proclivity for the “odd” or do “odd” things happen to all of us? Is it simply a matter of noticing them? Subjective perception of the event? You could say, given the person’s worldview (the Wakefield Doctrine), how an event/interaction/experience manifests for an individual will determine how they react to it.  To wit, how I relate myself to the world determines my interpretation of events/happenings and my subsequent reaction. As a clark, I take notice to some events that for lack of proper adjective, I would describe as “weird”. Take for example my experience yesterday at my “new” gym. I finished my workout. Per usual, I signed up for a 10 minute massage on the hydro-bed. Cool. Attached to one side of the bed is a flexible, movable, swing arm holding a screen about the size of a typical laptop. On it, you adjust the speed and pressure of the massage roller. It also shows time elapsed. For some reason, I noticed for the first time there was a “Massage Settings” option (full body, upper body – neck shoulders, lower body) on the left of the main screen. I tapped it, confirmed it was set for full body at my usual Speed 3, Pressure 3, and returned it to the main screen. Take me away Calgon, lol. I closed my eyes, slowed my breathing as the roller moved up and down my body, my mind quieting, total relaxation beginning to take hold. 4 minutes in, eyes still closed, I noticed a significant increase in the volume of the bed/rollers. Within a nanosecond, I felt incredible, painful pressure on my back that sent my eyes flying wide open and catapulted my body up and over to the right. Holy guacamole! I looked at the screen and the pressure read 8 and the speed 7!! So not good for a thin, brittle boned woman such as myself. As the machine roared on, I quickly tapped the screen until it read Pressure 3, Speed 3. A return to normal. All good. Eyes closed, beginning to relax again…see where this is headed? Again! Loud noise, painful rollers on my back, what is the deal?? I pull up the pre-set screen, it reads Pressure 8, Speed 7. ??? I reset, hit activate (again). This time? I would be alert for the sound of pounding, killer rollers. This happened a total of 3 times within 10 minutes. Needless to say, not a relaxing massage, lol At the end of it all, I smiled remembering the tanning bed scene in Final Destination 3. [Heads up: movie clip has some nudity & for sure, it’s gory]
Here’s some thankfuls…

  1. films, without which, I couldn’t entertain myself when those “odd” things occur 🙂
  2. a day off from work 2 Wednesdays ago.
  3. dare I not jinx it now but…very little snow this winter.
  4. return of the small bird that sits on the deck railing in the mornings. lessons from nature.
  5. Six Sentence Story Blog Hop and all who’ve made it a most enjoyable weekly event!
  6. the Wakefield Doctrine.
  7. good health and physical mobility
  8. access to the internet and the people who populate it. virtual or not, they add to my world.
  9. flat irons.
  10. this day. my only day.

“To weep is to make less the depth of grief”. It’s a 6.

The title is from Henry VI, Part III. The scene below is taken from the as yet unpublished, “Annaliese’s Dream“.

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Driven by an emotional anvil, Annaliese dropped to her knees, soft earth giving way slightly, the grave site only four weeks fresh.

Tears, trailing the soft contours of her cheeks, fell intermittently, plop.. plop .. plop, upon the 2.5′ x 8′ barren rectangle, a grotesque reminder of what lay beneath.

Like a cruel movie trailer, their wedding day played over and over in her head, her brain branded by the silent reel, Annaliese acknowledged brides (and sometimes grooms) got left at the alter, but how many are left at the alter because the groom got himself killed on his way to the church?

The police investigation into Ian’s accident revealed nothing suspicious (as if there was anything to suggest “scorned bride goes ballistic! plots fiance’s murder for wedding day!”) and once closed, left her walking the precipice of existential suicide.

She tried to make herself believe the accident was nothing more than a barbaric cosmic joke, destiny on crack, but her gut was telling her something just wasn’t right, instincts screaming unintelligibly until the day the black BMW 750i pulled up in front of her house.

2 men, stepping straight out of “Men in Black”, knocked on her door last week and dropped a bombshell that made it clear as Icelandic calcite crystal, that Ian’s accident was no accident.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s Six Sentence Story Thursday Link Up!

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and another round of Six Sentence Stories! The link goes live tonight for all you early birds. The rest of us? Tomorrow is “official” opening day with the link staying live until next Tuesday night. Other deadlines have you burning the midnight oil? No worries. We’ll leave the light on 🙂 New to the hop? A few rules, nothing overwhelming. We’re more about imagination, challenge and plain old fun. Enjoy 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 🙂

PROMPT WORD CLEAR

“Nobody reads a book to get to the middle.” 
― Mickey Spillane

Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

Hey, everyone! Anyone else saying “how did it get to be this late?!” Yeah. Me too 😀
So let’s get ourselves in gear and hit the road! Today is Sunday Six Sentence Story Prompt Day! Excellent way to start the week…so here we go people. Oh! Before I give you the word, there’s a coupla rules. Simple, uncomplicated. (life’s goal, eh?). 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 🙂

PROMPT WORDCLEAR

“I really think that if there’s any one enemy to human creativity, especially creative writing, it’s self-consciousness.”
—Andre Dubus III

Qu’est-ce que vous avez dit? It’s a 6.

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negativity perched like a majestic winged beast waiting for carrion to fall from the day.

nay, I will not succumb to the deceit, will not indulge in the temptation of an emotional swan dive into the abyss, it beckons so slyly!

the day dawned like each one before, alarm clock screaming, snoozed reflexively, a stand in for additional slumber?

I laugh at the absurdity of the thought as I sip; caffeine caressing seductively, mind then body cedes control, finding release.

hesitantly at first, keys begin to tap, taking command, words reluctantly acquiesce, sentences begin to form, their union a hopeful climax.

and I’m reminded, there need only be 6.