“Hey, why you cryin’… that bully across the street messin’ with you again?” The boy’s voice, buoyed by a maturity beyond his 9 years, walked over to the 6 year old girl at the end of the asphalt driveway, heading towards her own house, 3 doors down.
Sniffling away her tears, the little girl looked up at the boy, “Brian just told me there was no Santa Claus and when I told him there was, my dad told me so, he said my dad was lying!”
Hold on now…who you gonna believe… you know Brian’s a jerk; he teases all the younger kids so tell you what, I’ll go over there, tell him off and catch up with you in a minute, “k?
No longer crying, the little girl’s eyes now big with surprise asked, “you’re not going to fight him are you, ‘cuz he’s bigger than you and all I have to do is tell my dad… he’ll go over and give him a talking to, I know it!”
Smiling, the boy said softly, “nah Sofie, I’m just going to talk to Brian, let him know if he ever makes you cry again then he’d better be ready, ‘cuz I’ll be lookin’ for him.”
Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and another edition of Six Sentence Stories!
We are on the cusp of a New Year. In fact, this is the last Six Sentence Stories for 2022. How cool this week’s SSS hop ends 11:55 pm EST, Saturday, December 31, 2022! We couldn’t have planned that if we tried, lol. Confession: I’ve not been a huge proponent of “plans” in the short term however, I’ve decided, moving forward, to take a more proactive attitude towards the “planning” thing. My goal? To achieve optimum efficiency at least 50% of the time. No, don’t laugh! Isn’t the first step of consistently achieving short term goals the setting of a goal we know to have a high probability of success? Many of you write for multiple challenges every week. To you, I say with gusto, “Bravo!”. If circumstance or time is a challenge to writing, consider writing for this blog hop. Not complicated, yet not necessarily easy, you’re tasked with writing a micro-story or piece of poetry or next scene in your serial, in precisely and only, 6 sentences. Challenge met, goal achieved. Six Sentence Stories. It can open the door to so much more. Shall we?
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 😀
Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and Sunday’s prompt word reveal for Six Sentence Stories!
OK. So I’m looking for a little…understanding….compassion…it is darned freezing! I’m chilled to the bone here in the Homeland and yet – where I live in the mid-Atlantic is experiencing the same phenomena. A cold snap, it is winter after all for some of us, lol. No, not holding it against you folks living it up in summertime right now ’cause we be headed towards summer our own selves. Days are getting longer people! Longer. For those otherwise distracted and/or engaged by Christmas or Hanukkah or other celebratory events, (or not) I’ll make this post short. We are Six Sentence Stories. Storytelling is our business. 6 sentences. Exactly. Fiction stories. Scenes from our latest serial. Poetry. All things fictional or inspirational because….it’s what we do. Release our creative selves through character and plot, travel (time or otherwise), mystery and crime solving. Each week for a few days, we are permitted to leave the “real” world behind. What do you say? Let’s pack our bags and take a little holiday.
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: SURPRISE
“Books, for me, are a home. Books don’t make a home – they are one, in the sense that just as you do with a door, you open a book, and you go inside. Inside there is a different kind of time and a different kind of space.” – Jeannette Winterson
Stormtrooper soul stitched, sinew bindings zigzagging her life lines, the old woman made the arduous journey. Another vigil, vigil for the dying? “Attitude!” screamed the part of the aged one aware of her task. A knot is in need of untying; hands, nimble and gentle, were at the ready. “Tis the season of magic and miracles, light and laughter, ’tis the season to celebrate all that was, all that is, all that will be. Outstretched arms, angel atop the tree intones, come all ye faithful…
Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and another edition of Six Sentence Stories! Of pine trees and biting winds, winding roads and sand blown beaches; destination safely reached Sunday last. Which, is only 2 days ago, lol. Whenever we take holiday, or vacation as its called in the states, time often seems as if it’s been thrown into a rock tumbler. If we’re lucky, imo, we keep the tumbler spinning until the rough edges hewn by our typical day to day have been smoothed and we are relaxed sufficiently to allow the “everyday” to slough off like dead skin, venturing reborn into the unexplored environs of what shall we do today? Where shall we go?! OK, ok, nothing so dramatic. However, it is never a bad thing to now and then leave the “everyday” for a “day” somewhere else. Writing Six Sentence Stories as we do, never fails to take us somewhere else. Each of us, through our poetry and fiction, fantasy and ongoing serials, transports readers somewhere they’ve never been in 6 and only 6 sentences. How very cool that is. Shall we write another Six Sentence Story?
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 😀
“I work very deliberately, with a plan. But sometimes I come to a point that I planned as the end and it needs softening. Ending a novel is almost like putting a child to sleep – it can’t be done abruptly.” – Colm Toibin
Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and Sunday’s prompt word reveal for Six Sentence Stories! To borrow from the Outer Limits, kinda sorta, “There is nothing wrong with your phones, laptops, tablets. Do not attempt to adjust the settings. I am controlling these words, at this hour...” which is a bit on the early side. Pourquoi? Once fully caffeinated, I’ll be hitting the road in my Pursuit Special heading to the Northern Lands. So trying not to look at the clock as once I realize I’ve got 400+miles to drive, I get all in a hurry to get the job done. Speaking of – Six Sentence Stories. Our community, this relationship we’ve built – not sure you know how much I enjoy the creative energy you share each week (someone tell ceayr, he plays hookie one more week, we send out the posse, lol). So. Take this week’s prompt word and do your magic by writing exactly, precisely, 6 sentences. Wow us with a story or a poem, tease us with the next episode in your serial or spew that soc (wait, what?! “spew”? really?). The road beckons. Write. Read. Share. Let’s do this thing, eh?
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: KNOT
“A writer of fiction lives in fear. Each new day demands new ideas, and he can never be sure whether he is going to come up with them or not.” – Roald Dahl
Yellow Cab idling, the driver accepted the money offered as tip, his eyes dancing as he unfolded the bills and did the math; he raised his head to thank his fare but all he saw was the back of the woman’s black leather overcoat as it disappeared through the entrance to The Lofts, the newest building in the warehouse district to be converted to apartments and christened by Architectural Digest as the “it place to live”.
Meeting her hand halfway, Denise bent her head to brush aside windblown bangs from her face; evidence of a successful shopping spree lining each arm, she elbowed the elevator’s up button, entered the car and affecting her best English accent said to the liftman in her mind only, “to the penthouse Jeeves, thank you“.
The doors opened onto the 4th floor to what she considered the penthouse despite the short legal appearing on the newly inked Deed to Loft 7; the woman, known as the Bar Tender of the Six Sentence Café and Bistro, pushed open the heavy metal door with her left shoulder, the heel of her Gianvito Rossi pump closing the door behind her, its metallic leather glinting in the farewell rays of the day streaming through floor to ceiling windows.
Striding through the open space made even larger by a vault ceiling, Denise still felt giddy at the thought she owned this expansive space of brick walls, exposed ductwork and a view of the city to die for, all on a tip from a newly made acquaintance whose “affiliations” her gut told her were questionable but hey, there’s truth to the saying “sometimes it’s who you know”.
Packages now laying half opened on the leather couch, tissue paper strewn about like confetti, she reached for her phone as the memory of a single night sent a low electric current through her body; she auto dialed the number tagged with the symbol ?.
“Hey… yeah, it’s me, I told you I’d call… no, doesn’t matter how long it’s been… write down this address… yes….now get your ass over here…”
Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and another edition of Six Sentence Stories! Given a task to perform where you are constrained either by time or circumstance and specific rules, how do you perform? Generally speaking, there’s 2 groups of people. Those who respond – “No one’s telling me what and when or how to do it!” And those who respond “You challenging me? Bring it baby, bring it!” Six Sentence Stories is a weekly writing event. It’s purpose to engage us as writers in the challenge of writing a story, piece of poetry, next scene in our serial or perhaps throw out a smidgeon of soc and do so, in exactly 6 sentences. Genre, writer’s choice. Tell me. How is that not fun! The strawberry on top of that mountain of whipped cream? We get to bump elbows with people all over the damn planet! Creatives from every corner of the earth. One click does it all. There’s a whole world out there besides the one inside our heads. Let’s bring the two together. Beginning tonight.
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 😀
Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and Sunday’s prompt word reveal for Six Sentence Stories! Maybe I need to break out the little pieces of paper (never intentional at the outset) to “jot stuff” down on. You know. We’ve talked about it before. Story ideas. Geographical locations. Creative little tidbits going unnoticed until they start jumping up and down trying to get our attention. Perhaps vestige of the fleeting image of a face in a dream right before we wake. How many potential story ideas are contained within our dreams? We’re writers. Each of us has a method to our madness (nope, I didn’t just say we were mad, lol) of writing and storytelling. Here, in the community that is Six Sentence Stories, we method write a story, poem, scene or soc in precisely the requisite number of 6 sentences. We tell our stories. We share our stories. Each of us creating a unique, virtual library available for anyone in the world to enter, pull up a chair and immerse themselves in our imaginations. How cool is that?
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: VAULT
“Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth.” – Albert Camus
…it’s ok to sob little girl, eyes are not only for smiling let your tears fall where they may, pay no mind to what they say it’s the circle of life, the measure of which is never certain let whispers fade with the sun as it sets, one chance all anyone gets it’s an unknown ride on a wide open range, landscape unexplored let your tears fall where they may, it doesn’t matter what they say…
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