It’s Six Sentence Story Thursday Link Up!

How-dee! Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge. The wind does not scream Mary this evening, however it does scream snowisintheairitjustmighthappen outside my 2nd story window. And you know what? I couldn’t have asked for a more suitable soundtrack as I prepare to present what everyone is waiting for…the link to this week’s edition of Six Sentence Sentence Stories! Before I do, I’d like to give a warm welcome to Faith at Prairie Wind Press who joined in a little later in last week’s SSS. Check out her story. An existential conversation starter if ever there was one. Cool. Speaking of cool, I look forward to reading all the regulars – you guys never disappoint! And, I hope we all have the pleasure of meeting some new folks. If you’ve got 6 Sentences begging to be let loosed, come on by and slap ’em on the wall 😀 Read you soon, peeps!

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 🙂

CUE WORDMATERIAL

“It is a test [that] genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.” — T. S. Eliot, from the essay “Dante.”

It’s Six Sentence Story Thursday Link Up!

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and another exciting week of Six Sentence Stories! This is the place to be for the next few or 5 days. Whether you stop in to link your Six Sentence Story or you’ve stopped by for a little light reading on the way to…. pull up a chair, make yourself comfortable and set a spell 🙂 Btw, if you haven’t joined in the fun before, there’s only a couple of rules and they’ll always be listed right after I stop talking 😀

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 🙂

CUE WORD: CLASSICS

“An idea, like a ghost, must be spoken to a little before it will explain itself” – Charles Dickens

 

It’s Six Sentence Story Thursday Link Up!

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge. Welcome to Six Sentence Stories, an entertaining, if not challenging, weekly blog hop. Simplicity in all its glorious complexity! The challenge being the obvious – write a story, poem, snippet from a part of a larger work in only 6 sentences. Behold, the rules speak for themselves. Hope you join in the festivities this week!
See you out there 🙂

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 🙂

CUE WORD: CRITICAL

“Words can be like X-rays if you use them properly – they’ll go through anything. You read and you’re pierced.”
–Aldous HuxleyBrave New World

Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

Friendship. Loyalty. Solidarity. Commodities. Some of us possess them now. Some of us aspire to cultivate them. Life is funny in a way that, while not always presented in obvious or humorous ways, reveals those very commodities where perhaps we least expect them. Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and Sunday’s Six Sentence Story word prompt.

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 🙂

CUE WORD: FEAR

“If it sounds like writing, I rewrite it. Or, if proper usage gets in the way, it may have to go. I can’t allow what we learned in English composition to disrupt the sound and rhythm of the narrative.”
—Elmore Leonard

Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

A rainy hello from the mid-Atlantic region! Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge. If you’ve just dialed in, you’re just in time for this weeks cue/prompt word for the upcoming Thursday Six Sentence Stories blog hop. Every Sunday evening I post the prompt word allowing everyone to get a head start on their story. Only a couple of hop rules of the road and they’re posted straight head…

Write 6 sentences. No more, no less.
Can be in any genre/form – poem, short story, snippet from a “wip”, historical fiction.
Use this week’s cue/prompt word.
Head back over here on Thursday to link up.
Read, visit, share, enjoy 🙂

CUE WORDSHED

A writer without interest or sympathy for the foibles of his fellow man is not conceivable as a writer.
– Joseph Conrad

Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

Hello everyone! Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and another Sunday word prompt. Our challenge, should we choose to accept it (and I hope you do!), is to write a Six Sentence Story for the Thursday blog hop of the same name.

A lot of you are familiar with the rules of the hop but for those new folks who may not be familiar, they are simple and few:

6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Genre of your choosing.
Use this week’s cue/prompt word.
Return here Thursday, link your post and…
Read, enjoy, share, have fun!

CUE WORDBRUSH  

Words are a lens to focus one’s mind.
– Ayn Rand

Picking Up Where We’d Never Left Off. It’s a 6.

Once upon a time in a little town in Connecticut, there lived 2 best friends. The boys had grown up together from the time they were barely able to crawl and their moms had become best friends first. Such is life in small towns, sometimes. Babies grow to children, children to adults. Sometimes.

Help me Lynie, hel-l-p me!”

Joey, my best friend and the only one who called me “Lynie” was wriggling his scrawny body, screaming frantically while trying to gain enough flexibility to grab hold of one of the wooden cross beams inside of the West Cornwall Covered Bridge in a valiant effort to keep from being sucked into…there.

Neither one of us knew where “there” was exactly, we just knew it wasn’t….here.

I’ve always been interested in how things work, physics, time travel, that kinda stuff but it was a total freak accident when I discovered this doorway, this weird kind of entrance, to another dimension, another place.

See, if you stuck your hand or arm through the 2nd to the last window (not a real window, there were no glass panes, just cut outs in the wood, to make them look like windows) on the east side of the bridge, from the inside, your hand or your arm totally disappeared!

Try as I did, I couldn’t help my best friend from being sucked into who knows where, couldn’t free him from whatever was pulling him to the other side, sucking him out of this space like marrow out of a bone…