Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and another edition of Six Sentence Stories!
I’m listening to the Beastie Boys, “So What’Cha Want” (a bit of ground breaking vid, btw). I’m smiling. Even at low volume, there is a discordance listening, head nodding, because I write this in my office at work. At any rate, I know exactly what I want. But let’s stick to writing shall we 🙂 What we all want is to write a Six Sentence Story. Come on. You can’t tell me you don’t enjoy the heck out of this writing challenge. I read everyone’s stories every week. And you can tell. Yes, writing a Six is fun. And sure, it can be exasperating and not more than a little maddening, but hey, we writers be a bit on the crazy side, am I right? So check it, the Boys and I wish to extend this week’s invitation to participate in the Six Sentence Story Blog Hop. Write a Six, link it up, let’s jam.
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 through Saturday night late!
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 😀
October 24, 2020, I wrote a Six titled “Zombies and puppies“. Then came a follow up, “Seven“. Lo and behold there was a 3rd Six in the series, “Event Horizon“. Click on the Six titles to refresh the story in your mind or, read for the first time. Today, may I present a 4th Six about the continuing adventures of Jaya and Seven. And zombie mutants, of course!
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Of 2 things I was certain: I would die protecting my dog; my dog would die protecting me.
“What the hell, Seven! What have I told you about not waking me unless it was an emergency”, irritated, it was precious few seconds before I heard the sound of a distant lowing… “I take that back buddy, they’ll be a little extra something in tonight’s dinner for you – c’mon, we got to go!”
The zombies, or “rabids”, seemed to be most active after sundown, right up until the break of dawn when they all but disappeared, leaving us the daylight hours as the most secure time to catch a little shut eye and/or move camp; I’d been asleep only an hour or two, the warmth of an early morning southern sky, a lullaby, allowing me to step over the line of consciousness drawn in the sand that leads to slumber – until that is, I’d felt Seven’s wet nose insistently nudging my neck.
Seven, 1 year and a couple of months – constant companion, lookout sentry and more than once, life saver for both me and Ryan, was still a puppy in many ways, though he increasingly acted “wiser” than his chronological age implies; since that horrifying night of death and bloodshed in the furniture store when fate stepped in to deliver him to us, he’d been nothing short of a wonderous, playful and miraculous gift.
The three of us had been on the move for the better part of the year, road weary, exhausted, irritable with each other, we never made camp anywhere for longer than 2 or 3 weeks so it came as a total surprise when Ryan and I realized we’d been camped outside of McKinney, Texas for well over a month, the two of us both thinking, but not saying out loud, the hope whispering in our ears like a best friend whispering a secret that maybe, just maybe we’d found a safe haven to rest while we made bigger plans for finding other survivors.
One day, with the sun at it’s highest, a fireball in the sky, Ryan left camp on foot to forage for supplies in McKinney while Seven and I took the truck to make a perimeter check a few miles out; when we were finished, we’d pick up Ryan at the park in the center of town and head back to camp but as the truck approached downtown, Seven began a low, menacing growl, it’s increasing intensity a distraction that almost caused me to miss spotting Ryan, loaded down with our supplies, ambushed by a group of rabids who’d come racing out from under cover of the park’s trees.
Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and another edition of Six Sentence Stories!
I’m sure you won’t mind the double round of Kafka quotes this week, yeah? Funny, I’m certain I have a couple of his books somewhere around here, although I can’t recall if I’ve read them, bought them so very long ago…. ahem, I appear to be suffering from this week’s prompt word, lol. But too much about me. What about you? Anything unusual, significant or otherwise remarkable occur in your life recently? As writers, no one has to tell us that any one of our experiences contain seedlings of stories, and poems and plot twists for a continuing serial story or a soon to be book. And where shall we share those stories and poems and plot twists? Cha-ching! Right here at the virtual coffee house/nightclub, known as Six Sentence Stories. How ’bout it. Stop in with a 6 and hang for a bit? Doors open at 6:00 P.M.
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 through Saturday night late!
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 😀
Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and another edition of Six Sentence Stories!
How’s everyone’s week been so far? Good? Bad? Fair to middlin’? Regardless of our mood, state of mind, lack of sleep, too much sleep (yeah, like who has that problem, lol) there’s always a story to be discovered, words in need of arrangement, wanting for a little direction. Right? So who’s in the better position to help them along to that special and unique place that is a flash fiction story or piece of poetry or a scene from an ongoing serial? We are! And where do we share these new stories and poems and scenes and words culled from the air, aka soc? That’s right!! Here, at Six Sentence Stories! The coolest part? All you need is 6 sentences. That’s it. Just 6 of them. Whatsay? Link up our word arrangements 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 through Saturday night late!
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!
I should be driving by the exit to Rye, New York about now, which is signal that a mere 20 miles or so up ahead is the GW Bridge and almost halfway back but…I’m not. I decided around midnight last night, to extend vacation by a day. Thanks to Spira’s comment at my recent Six, my head began to do the twist on the metaphorical dance floor that is my mind, lol. He mentioned he’d watched the movie Tenet. If you’re familiar with some of Christopher Nolan’s movies then you’ll get where I’m coming from. I found myself wondering about scenarios of what might/could have happened had I stuck to the original plan. In other words, doubt appeared. Then I asked myself: what does it matter? Answer: it doesn’t matter. Same principal applies to writing. We begin a storyline, we find ourselves drifting a little, then a tug, “hey what about if we go here”….sometimes we resist believing we’ve got to stick to the original plot line. But what if? What if we veer off the imagination highway? Don’t we want to see what else might be around? I’m thinking the answer should be a resounding “hell, yeah!” Enjoy your travels and I’ll meet you all at the appointed place and timeline 🙂
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: SHIFT
“The ability of writers to imagine what is not the self, to familiarize the strange and mystify the familiar, is the test of their power.” – Toni Morrison
Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and another edition of Six Sentence Stories!
Forgive my redundancy as I speak of a topic that appears to be one ever more present (in my self evolution). The concept of routine. Being on a summer va-ca in the homeland this week, and being the morning of opening night for this most helpful writing challenge that is Six Sentence Stories, I remind myself of the potential availability of even more stories for having transported myself 420 miles from my typical day to day. And yet, the beauty of what you and I do, isn’t reliant on specific physical location, nor does it rely on time of day. The Six invites us to sit with our muse wherever and whenever and compose precisely 6 sentences. It invites us each and every week to share our creative selves, however it manifests – flash story, poetic telling or perhaps the next scene in your on-going serial story. Heck, it can be pure soc (fun and scary at the same time, lol). Wherever, whenever you are, we hope you’ll join us here at the ‘Edge tonight through Saturday night, link up your Six and enjoy a little word travel. We’ll leave the light on 🙂
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 through Saturday night late!
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! The sun and I wish you good morning. Yeah, well, that didn’t happen! The best laid plans…. eh? We do our best. We adapt. We roll with what comes our way. And if there’s a story in there somewhere (isn’t there always?!), then even better. We roll all our emotions and reactions into one big dough ball (huh?) get our cut outs and parse words and sentences and…yikes. Getting lost here. Hey, speaking of roll – I got some new shoes for the car and she’s ready to rock and roll up 95 N in, oh, an hour ago! So here’s this week’s prompt word. Take it, roll (there’s that word again! I’m goin’ already!) it around a bit and see if you can put together 6 sentences of a story or a poem, or next scene in a continuing serial story. As long as you’ve got exactly 6 sentences, you’re cool 😀
Have a most excellent week everyone and I’ll meet you back here in a few days!
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: CENTER
“Imagination is everything. It is the preview of life’s coming attractions.” – Albert Einstein
The key turned reluctantly in the weathered Schlage single cylinder, deadbolt screeching in protest, only to submit and retract once more; entrance to the home was achieved.
Arriving shortly after dusk, ink dot sky already setting up, I brought in the homeowners’ mail, turned on a few lights and began the tedious task of retrieving a week’s worth of groceries and a couple of overnight bags from the car.
Five years and running, the family’s summer vacation at the beach had finally taken a seat at the tradition table so, for the 6th successive year, 2 adults + 2.5 children loaded up the 4 wheel to head out to the highway and beckoning coastline.
My stay as overlord of hearth and home was a given, serving as a sort of vacation as well, typically uneventful but for at least one summer storm and a poltergeist experience or two however, this year included an added component, one of flesh and blood – she was 9 years old, had been living in (and out) of foster homes at least 7 of those years having lost her parents at age 2; since then, she’d been institutionalized and with each successive foster family, the hope of permanent adoption dimmed like an aging star until that is, the 2+2.5 family paid a visit 3 weeks before summer vacation.
Provided her brief history, assured of her gentle nature, cautioned about her tendency towards self-isolation, I did as instructed at dinnertime and tapped the metal bowl with a spoon exactly 3 times, soon hearing an unmistakable thud on the hardwoods from the bedroom on the upper level of the house… black and orange body, fur glinting under a strip of moonlight streaming through the French doors, appeared stealthily from the shadows of the living room. She was hungry.
