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!


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…



It’s Six Sentence Story Thursday Link Up!

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and another edition of Six Sentence Story Thursday. Not that it would ever really happen, but for a split second or 10, I forgot that it was Wednesday and tonight was link posting night for the hop tomorrow! Deviate from the routine of life and see what happens? Wreaks havoc on a body lol.

Hope you all have/will have fun writing a SSS. Me? I’ll have one this week, just might not be tomorrow. Thank goodness there’s a few others like me who link up a little bit later 🙂
So here’s what you write:

6 Sentences. No more, no less.
A story, poem, snippet from a wip, memoir – any genre.
Use this week’s cue word.
Link up, read, comment, share…enjoy.


“Remember: Plot is no more than footprints left in the snow after your characters have run by on their way to incredible destinations.”
—Ray Bradbury, WD

I’ts Six Sentence Story Thursday Link Up!!

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge. I’m pretty upbeat this week and can’t wait to get this link up and out there. Everybody knows Thursday is party day 😀 So what say, we all meet up here for another round of Six Sentence Stories!! BYOS, have a ball and if you’ve got any friends want to join…send ’em on over!

House rules? Easy peasy:
Write a story, poem, snippet from a “wip”, whateva your muse insists on.
Write only 6 sentences, no more, no less.
Use this week’s cue word.
Write in any genre.
Click on that frog link and get ready to read 🙂


The world is a hellish place, and bad writing is destroying the quality of our suffering.
– Tom Waits

Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

Hello. Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge. Everyone ready for another round of Six Sentence Stories? Excellent! Sunday is the day I post the cue word for the up coming Six Sentence Story Thursday blog hop. So, while the link from last week’s hop is still open, below is the new cue word for this week.

Everyone familiar with the rules? Re-cap? Sure:
Write a story, a poem, whatever/whoever inspires or speaks to you.
Write only 6 sentences, no more, no less.
Use this week’s cue word.
Write in any genre.
Link up, read, enjoy, escape, learn.


All the words I use in my stories can be found in the dictionary—it’s just a matter of arranging them into the right sentences.
– Somerset Maugham



clarks. Such Self Centered Bastards…(What? This is the TToT?)

OK. Fine! I’ll write that post another day. I mean, why would I talk about clarks being self centered bastards here in a 10 Things of Thank-full post, right?

My song of the week. My “happy” song is this one, the one at the bottom of the post. “Aw, yeah..” And no, that is not Led Z. No riff rip going on here. Nope. Dontcha love that cow bell. lol. Love this song. This song from what, 1986?!

When I was young I would listen/hear music from when my parents were young and think “man, that’s such “old people” music. Well, what in the world is She’s Crafty? Would a teenager listen to the Beastie Boys today and say “man, what old people music”? I think music in general has evolved to the point where the music (some lol) of my youth transcends the “old people” stereotype. It’s often accepted by today’s youth as still relevant. (how’s that for old time “relevant“?)

I resist putting up a formal list of 10 things today. No, not simply because as a clark I do things “differently”. It’s just that I know there are at least 10 instances this past week for which thanks could be in order but I feel inadequate in my ability to describe them. I can’t color them brightly enough for them to shine for you as they do for me.

Quandry. I will always, each day it happens, be thankful I wake up yet another day. Practically speaking that would qualify as 7 thankfuls. No! I am not making light of it. It’s just that I find it difficult, more often than not, to express that which touches me on an emotional level. I live in the world of the rational unlike my rogerian brethern who seem to be able to craft words out of nothing to express their feelings. Or the scotts who slam their words together with such impact you can’t help but read them!

This week there have been simple things for which I am grateful – the touch and feel of the wind on a beautiful day, the sight of a gathering of geese by the side of a pond….I tend to put all my thankfuls in the same basket. The one sitting on the fireplace hearth or on the top shelf of the bookcase. The basket that contains the promise of another opportunity at making a go of it.

I’ve been up for quite some time now. Literally waking with music in my head, more specifically a line from a song. After putting the coffee on, I got back in bed, turned on the laptop, opened the page that holds my “morning words” and started writing. Only my usual morning words started to write like something else. Seems I was writing the 3rd post for tube tops, tattoos and TimeLines. Huh. Go figure.

I’m thankful it’s not now 5:00 pm instead of…holy shit! 11:40 am but I still have the Saturday morning errands to run before I head into work. So…thank you for stopping by and if I don’t return for awhile it’s for not having access to the internet. Sometimes that’s a thankful. Sometimes not.

Here’s to another day. May it be all you want it to be. Enjoy.

Thank God for the TToT. Really.


‘Cuz if it wasn’t for the TToT then when the heck would I publish new material? Well, that’s what I’ve been asking myself for what? almost 10 months. Holy f’ing shit! (excuse my language, especially today, being Sunday and all, but I really have to use expletives).

There it is. 1st Thankful. Which wasn’t going to be first thankful, but now it is. The TToT for providing a platform of expression. Somehow, someway when all other “somes” are not present.

I have a new appreciation for George Thorogood. He makes me smile:) Driving back from work (it’s an hour’s commute minimum) the song you hear in the vid at the end of this post, if you make it to the end, and I  hope you do,(unless you choose to play it while reading this post), came on the radio. How is it I never realized it was being told more than being sung. As I listened to each and every word my smile kept getting bigger. Thank you George even if I’m loving you now, in the twilight of my years. Having said that I will say this – I luv, luv, luv his version of Gone Dead Train. And I loved playing along with it on bass. Back when I was learning. To play. Bass….

I’m flyin’ by the bootstraps today, so next up….all you writers out there. The ones who participate in Lizzie, how the hell do you do it, Rogers’ bloghop. I can totally spend hours going from post to post to post. I apologize if I don’t make it by to everyone’s place, but at least I know you’re there when I need you!

Real world stuff makes up a quarter cup ‘o the recipe this week. Monday morning I was asked by my operations manager to step into the managing partner’s office. Being a clark, the first thing I did, even knowing it not to be true and just kidding w/my own damn self, was to make the joke about being called into the principal’s office. But seriously, it was “official”. Opening line (after being advised we were on a conference call with a managing attorney – “it’s been intimated that you have expressed an interest in transferring to our….. office”. Backstory, kinda sorta: was recently engaged in general conversation with co-workers, operations mgr. of pending changes for our office location. There’s been lots of buzz/excitement about what things will be like in the new place, etc. Out of damn nowhere, my scottian self blurts “hey, is it possible to transfer to….?” My OM says, “I’ll check into it for you. (that was 2 weeks ago) Story too long? ‘K. Bottom line: if I want to transfer down (hint) to our ….office, you can. Just let us know. And, if you want to go and work there for a day or 2 to see if you like it, let us know. Wow. Do I have a great boss or what?

If I want to take my leave of the Washington, D.C. metro area and trade it in for a “beach” town that is kind of like here but not, I now have that option. Life is about options, no? Thankfuls from that long assed paragraph up there?: my 2ndary scottian aspect speaking up without thought to the outcome LOL; not worrying whether or not I could transfer; now having the option to transfer and lastly, the flexibility to do so.

In case the counting is getting a bit fuzzy, I’m up to #7. 3 more Thankfuls. Got to love how things work out. The week began with the opportunity to transfer to another office within our company. Then came the OT. It’s project time and with it authorization to work a little overtime. Which will come in mighty handy when I take a trip to check out my “new” office.

I don’t know that I will ever have a week of TToTs without mentioning the Wakefield Doctrine. For those of you who haven’t heard about it, it’s a most efficacious life tool. To be perfectly frank and honest, if I did not have the WD, I might not be inclined to accept the offer of this transfer (not that I have but, you know, in case I do). But by knowing, by being able to identify how a person relates themselves to the world, I have an incredibly cool and often fun, foolproof method of dealing with pretty much anything and anyone. The caveat? To remember that “it’s about me, not them”. To remember I always have a choice.

“The world is a feeling. I’m responsible for how I feel”.

Thankfuls and Cupfuls or is that Cup Full?

Gee. I’m not used to beginning a post this way. How? Did you say how? With music blasting  at me a out of this here latptop. In front ‘o my face. What am I listening to? One of my favorite band’s greatest hits cd. I daresay I never would have thought they would have a “Greatest Hits”. Yes, I am being judgemental. In reality, why shouldn’t they. Personally, I love the idea of “greatest hits”. Here. Take a listen. Excellent. Except for the commercials. WTF?! A commercial after every other song?!? Really youTube? You gotta go and wreck the cd?

Most of the folks I know on the net wouldn’t care too much for these guys. Yes, Christine. It is an acquired taste but I bet I could come up with some “heavy” music even you’d like! Since you have an aversion to bleeding ears, I suggest you don’t click that link up there.

Queen Lizzi I, Host-Ess of the TToT bloghop (of which this is an entry. promise) is someone else who would not appreciate the link of excellent music. As much as I have come to adore her, Cyndi over at Pictmilitude is another who I know would not care for….the link.

Enough! My friend Zoe at Rewritten has been writing an extraordinary blog for – um, you know, I don’t know! I will have to ask her. I’ve lost track at how long it’s been since discovering her blog, which I found btw, after reading some comments she left at the Wakefield Doctrine. Has to be a year or more ago. The Bread Crumb Syndrome. I love it. One can literally follow cyber bread crumbs forever!

Man, wandering is my mind. It’s the music. Yes, it is music! Just ask Laura. Anyway, Zoe’s post today is about the SBOR/BOSR. Why it is so very important. And thank all that is good that Zoe is now the official Emissari-Ess of the 7GVs and overseer of…the Book. It’s in good hands.

No. I’m not stalling. Yes. There are thankfuls preceding these words. And if I count correctly I’m already up to well, more than 10! At least 10. Specifically? More? ….New battery arrived for lapbaby! Now I have the capability of dragging said baby around with me. You know, in case there is a sudden tsunamic wave of creativity that threatens to overcome me and I quick need to find some free wi-fi.

Hey, there’s one other thing I’m pretty thankful for. Having a place to practice writing. The kind of writing I have no clue about how to do! LOL So-o-o… I promise I’m going to read up on how to properly form a sentence, use tense, set up dialogue and, and! develop characters and all that other stuff. For now though, I’m just having fun with my friend Roger at the Secessionist Rag.

We’ve been alternating chapters pretty consistently lately. I published Chapter 22 last week and look forward to Roger’s Chapter 23. It’s a detective story hopefully in the style of Robert B. Parker. Hopefully, getting some legs. Check it out. Leave some feedback if you’ve a mind to. I have a feeling if Roger doesn’t htfu with Chapter 23 I might have to write it myself!




Yeah, there must be…..

What does this particular clark have that sustains him? Through the years of….name changes, professional/personal controversy, on again off again fans/popularity. To be clear, I’m not a “fan” of Prince, he of no name, however, he has made music I like. A lot. This clip for instance. I really like this clip. Hm. Maybe I am a fan.

Why? What is it about this clip? There are times when a music video, a film, a scene from a film simply “resonates”. It evokes an….emotion, a reaction that is plain and simply, physical. No thinking involved. No “figuring”. It simply is a thing that causes a “reaction”. Hm. Think I just might be a fan of “pure” creativity.

This man, who hails from a musical background, has managed to live in the world of his choosing. The world of the arts. Music, film. Prince appears to have transcended prejudice, fair weather fandom, transitional phases…no doubt his own damn self. You know like us, only on a grander scale.

So one thing led to another, you know how that goes with the Tube.  I got to watching various music vids of Prince’s 2013 tour of Portugal and his 2014 tour of England. The one up there at the top of the post. It was filmed at a show in Manchester, England.(duhyeah Girlie, they can read). His audience adores him! They sing his lyrics, they clap their hands enthusiastically. Prince, his music, is infectious. There is sharing on a grand scale of something undescribable. It’s the same yet completely different. For each person.

Did you know he wrote the song Manic Monday? Silly me! I always thought it was writtne by the Bangles! I didn’t know this. Until today. I never would have guessed that Prince could write such a “girly” song. LOL  Come on, admit it! The man’s got charisma. And musical chops. And a rather consistent penchant for musical hooks.

Prince’s manifestation of his creativity has been pretty damned consistent for well over 2 decades. And I am ridiculoulsy impressed by this. It’s not often an artist can sustain a style, an energy ,over time… as they age. As much as I love, love Metallica there is no mistaking they’re no longer kids. The “edge” is gone. The edge of youth. The energy. Of youth. It’s different now that they’re middle age men.

Time does not necessarily erode creativity but it sure does affect it’s manifestation. Yes! I’m hooked on that word. Whadya want?! I’m a clark and when you get right down to it, our creativity never stops trying to manifest itself. The trick, the key is finding the one thing that keeps it all fresh. Maybe it’s more than one thing. Maybe it’s multiple things.

And then, maybe as Joey laments, “somebody put something in my drink“.





Spot me Five? Yes, it’s GirlieOnTheEdge

Hey! Know what? Once upon a time in Mexico, I thought 5 was my lucky number.  But now Larry, I’m thinkin’ I was born under a bad sign.  Maybe it’s 666 , for it is a human number….  LOL

Maybe this’ll be my new writing style…infuse (obscure) musical lyric and/or film reference/quote.  On second thought…… Hey! Thanks to Lizzi they say it was your birthday earlier this week (Tuesday), otherwise known as Considerer at the delightful Considerings blog, I was tagged in a blog hop.  ‘Five Things About Me – Old School Blogging’.  

My “lists” are in no particular order.  Since I’m really, really late with this, I don’t even know if it will count as being part of the hop!  If it doesn’t, ‘s OK.  Got me to sit here and chip away at the concrete that is my head covering of late!!

Five things I have a passion for:
– Music
-Living near the beach/ocean
– Reading
– Martial Arts movies
-Good health

Five things I would like to do before I die:
– Play bass good enough to be in a (great!) band
– Speak French fluently
– Plant and maintain a huge organic garden
– Learn to can all the stuff out of my garden
– aw Earl, I’m only 4…

Five things I say a lot:
– Where did I put my glasses?!
– I’ll be done in a minute followed by
– Just another minute, I’m almost finished
– What a roger!
-What the hell man

Five books/magazines I’ve read lately:
(as of right now? ‘cuz the last mag was Vogue and the last book….Deeply Odd by Dean Koontz)
– a room of one’s own by Virginia Woolf
– Parallel Words by Michio Kaku
– Freddie Mercury, The Great Pretender, A Life in Pictures
– Poet & Writers’s Magazine
– Rolling Stone

Five Favourite movies (as much as I’m able to parse from the humongous list of my faves):
– Casablanca
– Collateral
– Field of Dreams
– Pulp Fiction
– Road Warrior

Five places I would love to travel:
-in this time period?

Five people I invite to do this meme:
Amy of Adorable Chaos.
Audrey Howitt of Alive and Well
– Kristi of Finding Ninee
Melanie of Steer Career Success
Michelle Liew of Muses From the Deep
Roger of The Secessionist Rag