It’s Six Sentence Story Thursday Link Up!

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and another edition of Six Sentence Stories!
This morning, I drove through semi-diaphanous skirts of fog dotting post post-dawn darkness marveling at the stillness. David Bowie kept me company. Life on Mars? queued… I sang along (not softly) and as I did so, I was overcome by an emotion I quickly realized was gratitude. Such a gift (for me). A reminder we are gifted by innumerable writers, poets, musicians, artists and that all of us have favorites – favorite books, poems, ballets, songs, paintings, etc. Artists sharing with us the manifestation of their creative selves. Here at Six Sentence Stories, we invite all to share in their creative selves by gifting 6 and exactly 6 sentences in the form of story, ballad, poem, lyrics or 6 lines out of a scene from the latest (on not latest) work in progress. Whadya think?
Want to share? 🙂

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  😀

PROMPT WORDFOUNDATION

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The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown“. – H. P. Lovecraft

It’s Six Sentence Story Thursday Link Up!

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and opening day of Six Sentence Stories! Only thing you need to flash at the door is are 6 sentences. That’s what I said…hear me again: 6 and only 6 sentences gains you access to one of the coolest blog hops this side of Andromeda (and all 2.537 million light years in between). Tell me this. Who in this galaxy can’t create a story, piece ‘a flash fiction or poem in the requisite number of sentences? That’s what I thought. Writers with books in progress?  We’d love a taste of what you’ve been writing and you can’t beat a ready made group of beta readers! Say, if you’re new ’round these parts, check out the rules simplex below; give the Six a try. It’s an exercise both fun and beneficial. Read you soon everyone 😀

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Come back here and link your post…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 🙂

PROMPT WORD:  MIGRATION

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“Short stories are tiny windows into other worlds and other minds and other dreams. They are journeys you can make to the far side of the universe and still be back in time for dinner.”
― Neil Gaiman

Believe if you dare! It’s a 6.

Only 2 weeks until Halloween!

 

Clarissa carefully put her notebook in it’s special hiding place, the only one of her books she kept secret and locked away from the prying eyes of her older brothers.

 

No way would she chance any of them finding it, reading it and then making fun of her until she cried.

 

It was Christmas 4 years ago, when Clarissa was 7, that she’d awakened a little after midnight, went to her bedroom window, stood on tip toes to look out and up into the twinkling star night, and saw Santa Clause being pulled across the sky in his sleigh by his reindeer.

 

Sadly, no one in her family had believed the young girl, not one of them and so she kept her thoughts of that magical night to herself and as she grew older she developed a certain flexibility that allowed her to consider that anything is possible, we have only to be open to the idea of it; no requirements other than to believe.

 

It may not be the proper holiday for proving the impossible is possible but that was no deterrent to Clarissa, besides, she knew her family well enough that they would think it was either trick or treat, and she had no doubt they were going to be surprised….

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“Every Form of Refuge Has It’s Price”

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge. I write sometimes. Not enough though. I have another blog. Did you know that? Languishing in cyberspace 2 years ago this month, a couple of the vids have disappeared. Nada. Nunca.  Kinda like me. (Inattention is not a good thing.)  I had big plans for tube tops, tattoos and TimeLines. But I’m thinking, in a rather self-indulgent way, that blog 2 will have to wait a tad longer. I’m barely keeping up with this one, the Rag story (been months! since I’ve written a chapter there) and the occaisional poems/lyrics.

I’m coming off an anniversary (Thursday) and as expected, been quite reflective these last 48 hrs… what did I expect…what do I expect…what have I accomplished….what is it I want/need…how do I get it…is there really time or has the card been punched too many times.. Embedded in these thoughts always is a thread of thanks. I cannot weave a single day without the use of it.

Hm. Now that turned out to be a darned good segue into a Ten Things of Thankful list wouldn’t you say? So what do you say? I say let’s start the listation! (as the Creator of the Wakefield Doctrine might call it)

First and foremost! Thanks to Everyone who stopped by my last post and shared. Please forgive me for not getting over to your house (s) yet. I’ve had the best of intentions but it’s been one of those weeks. My Mom always told me: “the road to hell is paved with good intentions“. (now why on earth would my Mom keep telling me that? lol)

Second to none. Being confused! Let me explain –  Monday last was my nephew’s 11th birthday. Thinking he was being taken out for a birthday dinner, I drove by the house after work to drop off his card. Lo and behold, dinner out wasn’t until the next night. So I got to go in, set a spell, watch him blow out his candles and enjoyed a most excellent piece of chocolate cake!

Third time’s a charm. Have I mentioned I have a Kindle? 🙂

Four corners of the Earth. Is how far I feel I’ve commuted this week. It’s been rough. I’ve dubbed this “accident week” on the Beltway. And not just one accident. Doubleheaders! Thankfully, none fatal that I’m aware of but every day this week there have been backups. My thankful? That I wasn’t part of any of these accidents!

Hang Five. I’m thankful for the ability to ratchet up the energy (most times, not always) more times than not. Hm. Ya know….today isn’t one of those times LOL oops!

Sixes and Sevens. Never heard of this phrase. Kinda cool. I will re-state for the record my thanks for being able to access such an enormous reservoir, reserve, repository of information at the mere click of a mouse!

Crazy Eights Since it’s almost Hallowen, I  linked to the trailer for a scary movie. No, it’s not a thankful 🙂 as I’ve not seen it, but it is a reminder of the time of year it is. My most favorite season. Fall.  It’s been pretty awesome so far. I actually had to use the AC in my car 2 days last week! Warm weather at the peak of fall colors is….incredible. Taking my walk break at work under canopies of golden delicious apple leaves mixing with red delicious and orange crush – beautiful. I’m thankful to have such a pretty place to walk.

Nine. I smile at this. It reminds me of my 2 young nephews that I will be seeing later on today. 9 is a movie I bought for them a while back. The younger one really like it. That made me happy. I’m most thankful to be able to enjoy this part of their childhood. There will come a day when hanging with adults won’t be cool.

10-4. I woke up again today. Definitely a good start.

**Thanks to the Eagles for the title to this Post. Be careful with the legal tender my friends. 

At the Edge of the Truth…

Before I get to the question:  “Casper: Murder or Staged Suicide?”, (it was in fact both) let me introduce you to THE DOLL.  Given we are fast-tracking the “holidays” with the first being Halloween ( Trick or Treat Day, All Souls Day, Hide your Virgin Daughters in the Basement Day, Don’t Go Down into the Basement! Day), it behooves me to once again travel to the early, formative years of yours truly.

I do not claim to be among the thousands afflicted with “Dollclowniculitis” however, having said this, I admit to feeling a bit uneasy in the presence of certain dolls or clowns or any toy for that matter with facial features exceeding a few inches.  Big eyes or mouths?  Definite avoidence.  The origins of this unease?  Christmas.  The time of year 6 and 7 year olds are in their glory.  

My parents were nothing if sincere in their efforts to provide the best gifts for this Girlie.  The standouts were great, memorable.  And will go down in childhood memory history.  There was/is one standout gift.    It maintains notariety to this very day.  Transcending a generation.  Stories have been passed down….about THE DOLL.  Before the letters were capitalized. (Thanks Sis.  Your comment in the last post made me realize that necessity. LOL) 

It was no ordinary doll.  It was a dancing, kid/life size, slip your feet under hers (if you dare) 4 foot doll.  Good size for a 6 year old.  Big blue eyes that followed you no matter what part of the room you were in. It’s plastic face with it’s knowing smirk smile, all yellow “hair” flowing, it was a dancing doll (from hell).  It had little elastics on the bottom of it’s feet so you could slip your own through the elastics and voila! THE DOLL’S feet were on top of your own and you could  dance….walk ….. RUN…..! 

What happened?  I grew up.  Became aware.  Now, besides monsters in closets and under beds, I had this to contend with.  The novelty of THE DOLL wore off and in time became just another part of my collection of stuffed animals (so I tried to convince myself).  Would that it was only a stuffed rabbit or bear or pig

I had a chair in my room.  Come bedtime, that was where the bulk of my collection landed, the ones that didn’t stay on the bed with me.  Getting ready for bed,  I would always place THE DOLL in the chair first.  With a variety of stuffed animals sitting in her lap.  And then I draped something over her head.  You know.  To cover her face.  So she couldn’t see me.  So I couldn’t see her….looking at me, staring at me. 

My nephew and niece are adults.  They were told the story of THE DOLL while growing up. (No, I don’t know why)  They have witnessed THE DOLL, been in it’s presence.  They accepted that it is and ever shall be – (awful and frightening).  Both (my nephew and niece) have children of their own now.  Young ones.  Will/should the story be passed down to another generation? Is there a lesson to be learned?  I cannot say. 

Christmas is fast approaching.  Perhaps it’s time to pass along this vintage gift to the youngest girl child of the family…… to sit in a chair in her room.  Ah…., nothing says family like keeping tradition alive in the holidays……

[EDITOR’S NOTE:  PIC NOT AVAILABLE – THE DOLL IS AWOL!  REPEAT…..BE ON ALERT!  “THE DOLL IS AWOL”]