Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and Sunday’s prompt word reveal for Six Sentence Stories!
No avoiding this topic. The weather. Specifically, the change in season. Last Wednesday was the first day of fall here. Leaving work, I opened the door to a gusty wind, mostly sunny skies splattered with autumn clouds and a temperature announcing “I am Fall and I have arrived“. While some of us aren’t crazy about the impending cool, cold, colder weather ahead (right, Abbie?), Carrie, Doug, Chris and Sadje are doing a happy dance! Right there – fodder for a Six Sentence StoryYou know it is. I know it is. Shall we write another round? I know this begins the busy season for many of us and goodness knows I’ll raise my hand for that one, but we can do this thing. We can still write a story. Read everyone’s stories, do the visit thing. You realize, right, all of us in the Six Sentence Story community, we’re kinda like family, ya know? So this week’s invite is out. My house, later this week. 6 sentences. Fiction, fantasy, drama, poetry, wild & crazy soc, memoir-ette. All you need are exactly 6 sentences. Remember: punctuation is your friend 😁 Have a wonderful week everyone. Enjoy the Fall pleasures of pumpkin scones and knit sweaters, the Spring pleasures of putting away winter coats and enjoying warm sunshine on your skin.

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Link up at Wednesday’s post. Link goes live at 6:00 pm through Saturday late…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 😀

PROMPT WORD SPARK

I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.” – Douglas Adams

Petrichor. It’s a 6.

Rain lashed out in torrents, wind acquiescing as clouds took note, careful to remain in formation; tantrum brief, nature’s reward was a gentle rain, steady and straight, tiny droplets dancing on pavement, on petals, the scent of petrichor in the air, Sunday’s prize.

A blue skied Monday breached horizon, it was a beautiful morning, and with brief case in hand, handbag over shoulder, she determined she couldn’t decide which weighed more; smiling, she hurriedly closed the front door behind her, eyes ahead on the blue vehicle 6 parking spots away.

She turned the key in the ignition…what the?!?!, she quickly cut the engine – one more time – disbelief trying to convince her everything was ok – the mighty roar of a diesel truck on steroids assaulted the quiet of the townhouse community and she quickly turned the key to off, her stomach coiling into the most secure of nautical knots.

As she wasn’t able to determine the source of the rumble, she popped the hood like a boxer in the champion bout anticipating a low blow; exhaling slowly, satisfied it wasn’t the engine, she dropped to the ground. It was unmistakable, the fresh cut to the pipe, she could see it even without her glasses; she began inspecting the underneath from all angles, taking pictures as she went, checking for paint chips on the body for where the jack was placed – there, on the passenger side of her car, like the chalk outline of a body at a crime scene, were the white lines from the jack’s wheels.

She returned to the house; glancing at the briefcase now put aside with the work day, she dialed the number and waited for the cruiser to arrive.

It’s Thursday’s Six Sentence Story Link Up!

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and another edition of Six Sentence Stories!
So GirlieOnTheEdge says “Yo! Frank! Gi-mee Six Sentences!” Darn straight! We can count on you every week, right Frank? 😁 The order of the day? Why, it’s to tell us a story. Who doesn’t like to hear stories? Who doesn’t enjoy reading stories? No one, I tell you! No one. So here’s your opportunity. You have a prompt word. Look – right down there. You have instructions. Uh, huh – same spot. Ready? Now, sit, stand or otherwise engage your mouse or stylus and write exactly 6 sentences. Because…..repeat after me….we are Six Sentence Stories! You and me and anyone who stumbles through our door. You know, I can’t recall the writer who is quoted for saying something to the effect, “even one exclamation point is too much.” Oh, yeah!!!! So who’s going to tell that writer that in this blog hop, creative punctuation rules, lol. And if that doesn’t do the trick then beauty! You can link a 2nd Six! Right Liz? (you know, ‘cuz you’ve spoiled us) The link below, once open at 6:00 pm eastern standard, doesn’t close until just before midnight this Saturday night. Got to run! Catch you on the other side of !

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 6:00 PM, ends way late Saturday night!
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers  😀

PROMPT WORDKNOT

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https://fresh.inlinkz.com/js/widget/load.js?id=c0efdbe6b4add43dd7efThe things that the novel does not say are necessarily more numerous than those it does say and only a special halo around what is written can give the illusion that you are reading also what is not written.” – Italo Calvino

A Whispered Word. It’s a 6.

She cried when she wrote the words, words she sometimes wrote, on the days she felt the need. The white did not crinkle or wrinkle, it would not tear, it stemmed the flood current of emotion, until the calm took seed.

She dried her eyes when she remembered, the day was not forever, she dried her eyes, for soon it’d be tomorrow. The memory of the day would fade, peace would reign once more, so ’til next time, she’d box up all the sorrow.

She tried year after year, after year, not to let down her guard. And year after year, after year, she tried not to cry so hard.

It’s Thursday’s Six Sentence Story Link Up!

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and another edition of Six Sentence Stories!
What fuels the engine? Prompt word? Emotion? Memory? A casual comment by a passerby on the street? Perhaps the view outside the window, say, an office window filled with cloud sprinkled blue sky, trees gently swaying in the breeze… the Best Western pool, deserted 😉 Yes, my fellow writers, it’s that time of the week again to break out the letter boxes, gather the word tools, cobble, construct, build and otherwise bridge precisely 6 sentences. “Then what?”, someone new to the neighborhood might ask. And we will tell them, “you come back here to the ‘Edge between tonight and Saturday late and link the URL to your Six. Why? Because this, is the Six Sentence Story Blog Hop! Marvelous and magical, we’re a community of writers who gather each week and share our latest Six, visit and talk with one another. Whatever your source of fuel this week, we hope you’ll use it to power up 6 sentences of poetry, or the next scene of your serial, a piece of fiction or the always pleasing soc and join us for another week of mayhem and …wait, what!?! Apologies, work and time appear to be pressing me like a piece of garlic, lol (you’re gettin’ silly now, Girlie. pull it together). Read everyone 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 6:00 PM, ends way late Saturday night!
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers  😀

PROMPT WORDGUARD

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It’s not where you take things from – it’s where you take them to.” – Jean-Luc Godard

Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and Sunday’s prompt word reveal for Six Sentence Stories!
It’s raining as I write this. Straight down. Looking out the kitchen window, I see it, in small puddles on the storage shed roof. It is impatient. The rain. Not obnoxiously so, yet its persistence is evident to me. How can I write the translation of what I see that conveys what I want others to experience? Isn’t that the challenge? I especially like today’s quote because Mr. Maugham speaks to this very thing, in my mind anyway. Yes, we can write up a storm when passion grips our “pen”. Yet what of those times it does not? When we feel on the cusp, words balancing at the edge of our minds and all that’s required to send them spilling onto the blank page is a nudge. Enter writing challenges. This writing challenge. To write 6 sentences. No more. No less. Limitation? No! Read the word again! It is quite the opposite when you think about it from another perspective. Six Sentence Stories. Blog hop. Writing challenge. Tell a story, sing a poem, string an “soc”, take us in search of…. in precisely 6 sentences. We are storytellers and world builders. Poets and humorists. We are philosophers and mystery writers. We are, Six Sentence Stories.

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Link up at Wednesday’s post. Link goes live at 6:00 pm through Saturday late…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 😀

PROMPT WORDGUARD

If you can tell stories, create characters, devise incidents, and have sincerity and passion, it doesn’t matter a damn how you write.” – Somerset Maugham

“A hand taken needs a hand offered”. A Café Six.

Sources of inspiration surround us. In the people we meet, in the observations of daily life, in the words of fellow writers. This last, applies to me for this Six Sentence Café & Bistro Six, quasi-follow up to my Quicksand and Candy Canes Trilogy. Thank you, Clark for your Six Sentence Story and characters. I hope I have been forgiven for hijacking them! And mea culpa for giving speaking roles to some of the other SSC&B characters, in particular, certain of the other Proprietors. Got carried away, you guys 😁

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PART UN

An impromptu party orchestrated and implemented by the tall thin man, it was complete with special gifts prompting unexpected emotions from his 6 fellow Proprietors of the Six Sentence Café and Bistro; amidst the silence of gratitude, good natured ribbing and hearty laughter, not a one of them asked the reason for this surprise – it was sufficient they were together, this somewhat motley band of Proprietors, enjoying the magic of the moment.

Denise wasn’t as vain to believe the party was specifically for her, yet she suspected the timing of it, impromptu or not, was intended to coincide with her release from the hospital and return to the Café, as Bartender and sometime house band member. Adept at slipping away from social gatherings unnoticed, the celebration in the main room of the Six Sentence Café and Bistro no exception, she feigned a trip to the ladies room and retreated towards the narrow, dimly lit hallway at the far end of the bar.

As if photoluminescent, the flaking gold fleck letters spelling “Manager’s Office” affixed to the heavy wooden door gradually lost their “glow in the dark” effect the closer she got to it though she’d swear if you looked away and back real quick, you could see them shimmer; opening the door and crossing the threshold, she felt a weight she hadn’t realized was so heavy disappear like butter over an open flame.

Her eyes wandering the room, bypassed the desk where she balanced the Café books, the fireside chairs where she’d read or engage in one sided conversations with long dead music and film idols whose paper images looked down from the walls; like a woman lost in the desert suddenly come upon an oasis paused and, flipping off her shoes, went straight for the couch in the corner of the room and sunk into its soft burgundy leather.

Here she’d have uninterrupted time to think more about her, about the woman, Angelique Déchue, the woman from her dream except it hadn’t been a dream; still reeling from the experience, careful not to let on, she relived it to the extent her mind and body allowed; still, she wasn’t ready to talk about it out loud even to the 3 people she trusted would listen and not dismiss her story as after effects from what her medical team identified as “self induced coma”.

It’s Thursday’s Six Sentence Story Link up!

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and another edition of Six Sentence Stories!
Good evening and afternoon everyone. Until assuming position of Curator/Moderator and Majordomo of Six Sentence Stories, I wasn’t all that concerned with times zones other than my own. You read constantly about tips and tricks to keep one’s brain all high powered and such. For your humble host, adding and subtracting the hours between my time zone and multiple zones across the planet has contributed to keeping the mice at bay. You know what other exercise keeps our brains agile? That’s correct! Writing a Six Sentence Story and engaging in the blog hop of all hops, Six Sentence Stories. I defy anyone to tell me, once the grumbling subsides, you do not enjoy it for 1). the challenge and 1.) the opportunity to engage with other writers in this, the community that has become Six Sentence Stories. Join us in writing a story, a poem, the next scene in your serial story, perhaps an soc and link it beginning tonight. 6 sentences. That’s it. Write a Six. It won’t be long before you discover it is the biggest key you’ll hold with 2 hands. Tonight. Light goes on at 6:00 pm.

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 6:00 PM, ends way late Saturday night!
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers  😀

PROMPT WORDBAND

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Click here to enter

https://fresh.inlinkz.com/js/widget/load.js?id=c0efdbe6b4add43dd7efThere are some people who live in a dream world, and there are some who face reality; and then there are those who turn one into the other.” – Desiderius Erasmus

Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and Sunday’s prompt word reveal for Six Sentence Stories!
Are we ready?! To engage in storytelling for another week? Of course, we are! We never tire of writing, do we? No secret I’m partial to music, as are most of you. So you know there are times you simply have to listen to that song – the one in F minor. The one that insists on setting the tone of the day; instead of indulging, you sit before a figurative fire pit, zealously throw all of what might come from that indulgence into it. You pick up your “pen”. You gaze into a growing fire as tethers to past and future go up in flame. You are left with a moment, one primed for the seedlings of a story, a poem, a journey ending with the next scene in your serial story, your book. Today, I ask you to throw all you’ve got into the fire, write exactly 6 sentences from the embers of those flames and share them here, ’round the fire pit that is Six Sentence Stories.

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Link up at Wednesday’s post. Link goes live at 6:00 pm through Saturday late…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 😀

PROMPT WORDBAND

Poetry and beauty are always making peace. When you read something beautiful you find coexistence; it breaks walls down.” – Mahmoud Darwish

Of Form and Matter. It’s a 6.

Fall’s first light cascades through blinds, onto the wall, the corner of the closet door

I insist this Sunday, and give warning, I cannot be held at bay much longer

Sprint into the light of this day, relish un-relinquished warmth, revel in summer’s end

Hurry, I cannot hold back laying of the blanket under which you will soon walk

Breeze whispers, insects sing their death song, sun carries me along the still sidewalk

Soon, I will cloak you in changing colors… we will wear them together