Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and another edition of Six Sentence Stories!
How did everyone fare this week? Get in some good writing? Jot a few notes? Bounce ideas around in the cranial bumper cars? Excellent! So how ’bout we reconvene here beginning oh, say, 6:00 PM, US EST and link 6 sentences of poetry and flash fiction, adventure, mystery, intrigue and drama and… All that is required is an imagination and 6 sentences. Please join us this week for Six Sentences Stories. Read you out there!
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!
Thank you everyone for another splendid week of stories and poetry and continuing serial scenes! Fabulous! Many thanks to those of you who may not have written a Six but drop in for a read. All who wander these halls contribute to the community that is Six Sentence Stories. Damn, I’m getting all gushy here and heaven forbid Girlie gets all gushy. We begin another week. Challenges abound. Here, in the hallowed halls of everywhere and anywhere, we gather once more to share our stories, poetry, memory lanes, current serial installment and “socs”. So let’s go out there, into the world(s) and write. Write 6 sentences, return here later this week. Let’s share where we’ve been.
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: TREATMENT
“I believe… in the truth of the inexplicable, in the common sense of stones, in the lunacy of flowers.” – J. G. Ballard
We ended our previous episode with Jaya, Seven and Ryan pulling off the highway into the parking lot of a deserted business, Ryan’s dramatic rescue successful. The fact he was alive was miraculous. The more important question was why?
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There was a picnic table on the side of the Tractor Supply Co. building sitting self consciously abandoned beneath the canopy of a live oak, stringy strands of Spanish moss threading haphazardly throughout, it was an island oasis in the midst of the still hot Texas sun; I walked towards it, Ryan following lethargically; we sat across from one another, silence broken only by the rustling of leaves in the tree’s upper branches. I’d grabbed some water and protein bars out of the back of the Humvee, shoved them over to him.
I stared at Ryan impatiently, the earlier “moment” in the parking lot disappearing into disgust, “no, it wasn’t me got yanked by raving rabids, it wasn’t me got tortured or traumatized or whatever the fuck it is happened to you but you need to snap out it” – elbows on the hard hewn wood of the table, his head resting in palms coated with what hopefully were the dried remnants of rusty clay typical of this area, soiled and exhausted from a difficult day’s work.. a narrator’s voice echoed in my head sarcastically “bucolic but for the man’s blood spattered clothing and the dried dirt tracing the woman’s face, scoring her forearms”; I’d found myself in the middle of an f’ing Ken Burns video montage celebrating something mundanely dark in the history of man. “Listen Ry, I’m done with this, I need to know why you’re still alive and what was that thing came out of the woods!”
Ryan took a swig of water, swallowed slowly; he spoke softly as if he were a priest consoling the bereaved. ” ThesethingsJaya, these rabids, yes they are a pack of way fucked up, undead walking meat sacks jonesing to score human flesh but now they’ve got themselves a captain and he’s got a brand new game plan.”
Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and another edition of Six Sentence Stories!
The hour is on the “latish” side Tuesday evening. The blank page eagerly awaits words and sentences; all necessary accompanying accoutrements. Link post waits for no one. Opened up the YouTube. Houselights low, the joint to myself, it appears Gary Moore has top billing this evening. It’s chill. No better time then to invite everyone to invite everyone they know, to come over the next couple of days and link a Six. (What? I fell asleep?! It’s Wednesday??!)… Hey all! The Inlinz link for Six Sentence Stories goes live tonight at 6:00 P.M. US EST. Everyone’s invited to share a story, poem, scene from the latest wip, a memoir-ette or even a dabble of soc. The only requirement is they be in the format of 6 and only 6 sentences. Look forward to reading you!
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!
Talk about distraction. You see a crumb at the bottom of the page or a link begging to be opened and well, let the travel begin, lol. Such is this virtual world, this most marvelous, insidious virtual world, the internet. Such is all – can’t have good without evil, right? Can’t have a hero without a villain. Cannot show pain and sadness without the goodness and humor, generosity and compassion. Writing is a complex activity, non? Even in its simplicity. Each week we begin with a prompt word to toss around in a word salad, simmer and sauté in a panful of emotion and utilize it in a story, scene, memoir-ette or poem comprising precisely 6 sentences. We are Six Sentence Stories. You are writers. What are we going to write this week? As always, we welcome you back this Thursday (Wednesday evening for the early birds) for another glimpse into somewhere else.
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: VIDEO
“That’s the thing about books. They let you travel without moving your feet.”
– Jhumpa Lahiri (“The Namesake”)
We pick up this week in the serial “Zombies and puppies” as Jaya and Seven rescue Ryanfrom an abandoned warehouse where he was being held, taken hostage a few days prior by a group of rabids. Led by what our heroine has dubbed “Gladiator”, it is apparent once roaming bands of flesh-eaters are now becoming organized.
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I jumped out of the Humvee while Seven, leaping out behind me with as much velocity as 4 paws can grant a 90lb dog, hit the ground running (reconnaissance duty waits for no dog); I walked around the vehicle to open the passenger side door; Ryan, seatbelt still hooked, turned, eyes eerily vacant – “Ryan, look at me!” I slapped him hard across his face. Reeling from the impact, his head bounced against the Humvee’s door frame, “Jesus, Jaya, what the hell!”
“You looked like you were in shock so, ya know, the slap thing is a good attention getter“; the moment hung suspended like a piñata as I watched 6′ of lithe muscle, a mop of brownish hair barely covering his grimace of pain, slowly exit the vehicle and realized how much I’ve taken for granted. Standing on the hardened sand parking lot, seemingly uninjured, Ryan began looking more like the man I knew, eyes sharpening, assessing; an echo of emotion, reverberating in a canyon from another lifetime, whispered and my mind drifted to part of a Longfellow quote – “That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain”.
I quickly dismissed any emotion not pertinent to our situation, “I have a million questions Ryan, so let’s – wait – are you hurt? what the hell happened? who was the gladiator guy? the alpha rabid?…”
Barely 2 miles up the road from a burning warehouse, in the middle of the parking lot of the Tractor Supply Co. on N Central Expressway in McKinney, Texas, soft breeze blowing, Ryan and I stood inches from each other, eyes locked, words for the moment, irrelevant.
Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and another edition of Six Sentence Stories! Been seeing some new folks out and about the SSS recently and to you, I extend a hearty invitation to join us this week! As the title of this writing challenge indicates, you are tasked with writing a story, poem, book scene, serial episode, memoir-ette or “soc in precisely 6 sentences. How does the Six Sentence Story blog hop work? There are 2 posts: 1st post published Sunday with current week’s prompt word. 2nd post published Wednesday with Inlinkz link you will use to link the URL to your Six. Blue Inlinkz link goes live at 6:00 PM US EST Wednesday night. After that? Guess you’ll have to find out for yourselves! Read you 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 😀
Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and Sunday’s prompt word reveal for Six Sentence Stories!
It is a rare, if not singular event when, after I’ve chosen the week’s prompt word, it runs up behind me, taps me on the shoulder and says “yeah, you can thank me later“. Whether the emotional residue of that moment makes it into this week’s story remains to be seen. My point: words are power. They are powerful. You’re writers. Interpret as you wish. Today, I humbly offer you the prompt word below for the discovery of a place or person, emotion or event. Weave it, paint it, sculpt it into 6 and precisely 6 sentences. This is Six Sentence Stories. All who gather ’round this table each week know of the magic available. Go. Write. Engage the world. Return and show us where you’ve been.
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: FOUNTAIN
“You can’t write a novel all at once, any more than you can swallow a whale in one gulp. You do have to break it up into smaller chunks. But those smaller chunks aren’t good old familiar short stories. Novels aren’t built out of short stories. They are built out of scenes.” – Orson Scott Card
We interrupt our weekly post apocalyptic world story (“Zombies and puppies“) for a bit of something else. Our intrepid trio of supreme survivors shall return post haste…
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Heavencalculates, postulates and otherwise considers whilst I sit quietly and patiently by your side.As moments and minutes, a lifetime of living play upon memory’s field, a deliberation has begun. Nota single sunrise nor moonrise, not a single star eclipsed has gone unnoticed on your watch. Devotedto those designated worthy, yours a friendship forged in fierce allegiance. Lovegifted generously, unconditionally. Embracing all of what life has lain at your feet; still heaven calculates, postulates and otherwise considers.
Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and Sunday’s prompt word reveal for Six Sentence Stories!
Music can (instantly) move the muscles in our faces to form a smile, just as words can usher us to another reality with ease. We, who hang in this virtual coffeehouse, the ‘Edge, know well this writing thing. The magic involved, the time travel, the adventure, the mystery, the humor, the joy…Six Sentence Stories. A writing challenge that proffers a word each week and says “OK, now what?” Tell us this week “what“.
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: HANDLE
“Art is not a study of positive reality, it is the seeking for ideal truth.” – George Sand
