I fell, feather floating freely, into a full embrace. Feeling immediate comfort, it was a place familiar. Unconditional acceptance, disappointment rare, I was home. Falling together upon the 4 poster bed, clutched in my hands my escape awaited, loyal and steadfast. I submitted secure in the knowledge, in spite of fear or uncertainty, comfort awaited. While our relationship had grown sporadic over the years it never lost its spontaneity or sense of fun and so I indulged in a good old fashioned, old school murder mystery by none other than the Dame herself.
Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and Six Sentence Stories. In the immortal words of Faith No More “..what is it..” And I will tell you – only the most fun you’ll have writing all week! Don’t believe me? Well, I dare you to prove me wrong! Six Sentence Stories welcomes everyone to write a story, poem, share a clip from a work in progress, made up of 6 and only 6 sentences. You can link up as early as the night before the official Thursday opening all the way through the following Tuesday. Pretty cool, right? 🙂
Read you soon, my friends!
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 🙂
Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge. Everyone ready for the prompt word for the next edition of the Six Sentence Stories challenge? Excellent! Isn’t it most wonderful? Imagination is an infinite resource. There is absolutely no limit to literature as long we feed our creative selves and use our imaginations. Here at the Six, we offer a platform to practice using our imagination. Engaging it, enjoying the journey of where it leads. 6 sentences at a time. I hope you’ll join us. Have a fantastic week, all 🙂
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 🙂
PROMPT WORD: ESCAPE
“The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.”
― Oscar Wilde
Practice. Everything is practice, isn’t it? You know, the things we want to do well? Because if we do something well, we feel better about doing it, better about ourselves. The energy that comes from that is infectious? contagious? No, no, that sounds like a cold or a virus. The more appropriate word is inclusive. Today, I practice sharing my thankfuls. Thanks to Kristi and her new Co-Hosts, Clark, Dyanne and Pat, there is a venue for the sharing and it is all inclusive. Thank you guys, for providing the platform. And without further ado, I shall dive into Thankfuls #2 – 10.
….which is to say, yesterday. Yesterday was a most perfect day. Not a cloud in the sky, it’s color a softly shaded blue, a gentle, comforting breeze to offset the sun’s magnificent glow and heat. Perfect.
3. Listening to my body. When my brain begins to overflow with suggestions, when it begins projecting and trying to figure things out in advance, I try to be mindful so that I immediately cease and desist! so that I can allow my body to guide me. It has not yet failed me 🙂
4. YouTube! It truly is amazing and wonderful. I have discovered so much “new” music recently. Wonderful.
5. All the wonderful participants at Six Sentence Stories. It gives me great pleasure to provide another platform, vehicle, for writers to share in their creativity.
Energy and enthusiasm burst like a pinata at a child’s 10th birthday party spilling over, like ripe gossip, into the waiting room of young people whose dreams of the future were as streamlined as the tablets they carried, the modern day portfolio. “Jenna Boyd? Jenna Boyd? They’re ready to see you now.” Willing her eyes to appear normal in size (wide eyed doe facing down raging grizzly is what she felt she looked like), Jenna Boyd, recent graduate (of the University whose Bursar’s Office accepted 1st born children) followed the smartly dressed assistant to Ogilvy’s Chief Marketing Officer, New York Office, down a hallway and into a conference room bigger than her 2 bedroom apartment. “Please Ms. Boyd, make yourself comfortable…would you care for a beverage?” Jenna felt her throat tighten, hours old breakfast beginning to gurgle in her intestines as she seated herself at the enormous Meyer Wells red elm conference table but soon began to envision herself contributing to the creative endeavor that is global advertising and marketing. It was at that moment she decided this interview was hers, her career would begin here – in which of Ogilvy’s 132 offices in 83 countries she hadn’t a clue, nor did she care, she was taking that important first step in embarking on a new phase of life, it was her beginning.
Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and Six Sentence Stories! Poetry, flash fiction, works in progress (wip), s’what it’s all about. The “catch” of course, is that whatever your contribution, it must be presented in 6 and only 6 sentences. Piece of gateau, non? Don’t know about you, but for me, one of the more enjoyable aspects of the Six Sentence Story Challenge is witnessing the manipulation of English grammar. Words overflowing from your screen? Well get out the “anti- Strunk and White” and go to town, lol Time’s a ticking….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 🙂
Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge. It’s Sunday afternoon in my neck of the woods and time for revealing the prompt word for Six Sentence Stories, July 11, 2019 Edition. With that being said, if you find you’ve got a story in you using last week’s prompt, by all means link it up! That door doesn’t close until Tuesday. Everyone else! Get ready for a new batch of 6’s 😀 May the words be plentiful and the sun shining. See you all next Thursday!
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 🙂
PROMPT WORD:BURST
“Every reader finds himself. The writer’s work is merely a kind of optical instrument that makes it possible for the reader to discern what, without this book, he would perhaps never have seen in himself.”
― Marcel Proust, Time Regained
