It’s Six Sentence Story Thursday Link Up!

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and another edition of Six Sentence Stories!


Well, hot dog! “The Invisible Ink App for Laptops” really does work! Although I have to laugh for thinking I was being so clever (leave it to Apple to invent the modern day “invisible ink pen”). Please join us, tonight through Saturday, for a rollicking good time of Six Sentence Story eclectica. The only requirement is your creativity expressed in precisely 6 sentences. Up for it? It’s a lot of fun and you never know who you might meet or read! Speaking of…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 live Wednesday through Saturday.
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers  😀


You are invited to the Inlinkz link party!

Click here to enter you can’t explain it simply, you don’t understand it well enough.” – Albert Einstein

Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and the Six Sentence Stories Sunday word prompt reveal. Now say that 6 times really fast, lol. I don’t know about you but there’s been some kind of weird disruption in the space-time continuum this last week. I’m serious! 😀 Don’t know anything about physics, or velocity and such. What I do know is simply the time part of my equation has gone nutso. Hands on the dial have gone rogue, turning at a crazy accelerated pace. Um, Hermann? How dost one make adjustments on the “line”? Hey! Speaking of lines….all you need are 6 of them to participate in the least complicated, subtly challenging, without doubt, most rewarding, blog hop out there,
Six Sentence Stories. Check out the rules below. Be sure to return to GirlieOnTheEdge this Thursday to post your SSS link . 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 🙂


“It gives me great pleasure, a good name. I always in writing start with a name. Give me a name and it produces a story, not the other way about normally.” – J. R. R. Tolkien

Travel, Trials, Revelations. It’s a 6 Sentence Story.

Shawn Colvin sings to me, her voice velvety sweet,  a steady drip out of the earbuds into my head. I have Clark to thank initially for sending me this link. Then Kerry “commented” at my TToT. Her link was sufficient to send me on a discovery journey of an artist I was well aware of at the beginning of her career. While I had a friend who was a huge fan of Ms. Colvin back in the day, I simply did not listen to her music on purpose. Until now.

Life. It is about the journey, is it not? Past, present, blended like a vanilla and chocolate soft serve. (don’t believe the guy at the counter…jimmies are not mandatory).

So, it’s all of a Wednesday evening and I sit once again trying my hand at writing a Six Sentence Story. While the link is live now, tomorrow (unless it is already Thursday where you live) begins the official start of  our hostess Zoe’s bloghop. What say we tap out some words for Ms. Zoe. 6 sentences. That’s it. How simple. (no, no I did not say easy lol) But it is fun, so why don’t you try one your own self! This week’s cue word: MATE.

Carried by the years, buoyed by the knowing, the sharing, they stood all salty, crusted like aged barnacles, time puddling around them.

Elements, experience, travel, trials and tribulations, the stuff of which life is made reflected in their gaze, markers of the passage towards the inevitable, if one were so arrogant as to assume it was somewhere distant on the horizon.

Momma, momma I’m comin’ home…hush now don’t you cry, wipe away the teardrop from your eye” are the echoes of sound waves smashing like atoms, bending time.

Matter conforming to the curve of space time or vice versa? Special indeed, who were you really, Albert?

You made the concept of time travel real and for that, I’m going to need a little more mate….

Do We Give Thanks At The Edge?

Damned right we do! For all sorts of things. The usual and the…not so “usual”. Depends on one’s perspective. Define “usual” and “not so usual”? Well, you know – the usual is for glorious, spring (real spring, not the imitation spring) weather. As in bahama beach blue, smooth as glass, skies. Need a sweater? Hm…doesn’t look like I do. But wait! Looks can be deceiving. Better take one. Just in case. Waking up to that? Yes, a thankful.

So begins my Ten Things of Thankful post. I have much to be thankful. I woke up again today. That’s a good start. An opportunity to get it right, make it better, move forward, not slip any further into the abyss. What?! What? Come on now. Surely, not everyone is skipping down Life is Grand Lane? No? Really? Well, wtf! Why didn’t I get the Memo?

The typical, but not less than, thankfuls are the ones that first come to mind. Health and happiness for our selves and our family and friends. A job, if not career. Reliable transportation (that maybe someone just gave you (yippee, yay me!) thanks to a self-less, considerate sister-in-law).

I am counting the above in my List of 10 because they should never be taken for granted. Ever. So often, we sidestep (however unintentional) into a state of self-absorption that occludes our vision. We can’t see the forest for the trees as the popular expression goes. We cannot see our own value reflected in someone else’s desire to spend time with us. Or help us or ask us for help.

I’m thankful, that should I find myself with nothing else to do, I can always take up physics (not!). I delved briefly into physics in college (1 course thank God!). As a clark, how did I avoid getting sucked into that black hole?

“Henceforth space by itself, and time by itself, are doomed to fade away into mere shadows, and only a kind of union of the two will preserve an independent reality”. (Hermann Minkowski, 1864-1909)

You’ve already picked up on my not putting this in proper TToT format (yes, once upon a time there was an “accepted” format). However, I’m confident that those who read through to the end will have counted at least the requisite number of TTs. Lest I forget, a huge thankful for those who make films such as represented below. And those who act in such films. Thanks be for film and music. Otherwise, what a barbaric and boring world it would be:D

…wait a minute…what? not 10. there’s got to be 10 there…I’m sure I listed 10. ! yes! the Book! phew – how could I forget…the SBOR/BOSR…..we good………..

Floating at the Edge of consciousness..

Man, this is slipping away fast.  Woke up again today.  Thank goodness (I think LOL).  As usual, I meandered into the kitchen to let Zoey out.  I don’t have to wait too long before she reappears at the door, face smiling, feet dancing.  She’s very excited to come back in because typically breakfast is then served up all crunch and crunchy.  But not today.  I decided to go back to bed.  With little protestation, she followed suit.  No, not the normal routine this morning.  Most days, once I get up and make the trek to the kitchen (to let Zo out), I am sufficiently awake to:  feed her; put my coffee on; flip the switch to light the kettle for the SO’s instant, crystalized, they use this stuff in space, morning beverage and turn on the way back machine.  6 a.m.  is a respectable time to start the day, right?

Alright, so I’m back in bed with the full realization that I am not going to slip back into one of those delicious, comfy-cozee slumbers.  No, not me.  Not nowadays.  But I persist in keeping my eyes closed, scrunching up sidesways with the pillows and manage to achieve “half sleep”.  It wasn’t awful but it wasn’t restful.  But that wasn’t the point.  I can see that now.  

The concept of “half sleep” is solid.  There are great benefits and rewards possible if you do it right.  Not fully conscious yet not fully asleep.  An in-between place where anything can happen – where, if one is so inclined, one can try that old standby dream control.  In olden times I would relish this opportunity as a portal to potential creativity.  Today however, it served simply, literally, to deliver a message to my brain that has been screaming at the back door to get in for quite some time now.  I am thinking it was there on the second step of quasi sleep as a result of something I read over on the book of faces.  It was a quote attributed to Mr. Albert Einstein that begins:  “The intellect has little to do on the road to discovery…”.  I look no gift horse in the mouth. (note to self:  look up origin of phrase “gift horse in the mouth”).

Meanwhile…the ticker tape in my brain slowly read: “there are only 2 choices, here and there”.  I write this now, attempting to translate this morning’s semi-somnamubulistic events with an “awake” brain.  A brain already polluted by external stimuli.  As oft stated within these pages, I believe in the body, the physical body, being the first to know….anything.  The body then relays signals to the brain and after that?  Ah, then we get to the machinations of the mind.      

 So what was my body really trying to tell me today while I was on the edge of consciousness?  I can honestly say I was caught unawares and thank goodness for it. I can see now, in a hazy, turn the heat down retrospect, that there was much revelation going on inside my cranium.  6:30 a.m. arrived and dropped me at the back porch of my brain where I sat on the second step struggling to remember and memorize the important, salient points that were streaming only 30 minutes previous at the Edge of consciousness.