Hold the Door! It’s a 6.

Due to….there’s been a change in… however, may we bring you…

A little story about the block.  No, no, no – not about how I’ve been around the block a few times or how sometimes there’s nothing like a gourmet block of cheese, a few crackers and a half carafe of Merlot. Rather the fact ’tis Saturday evening, midnight approaches and it appears I’ve lost something by the roadside. Not irretrievable, yea I have confidence recovery will be had. However, now the lanterns burn low, day put to bed. Softly, dreams unfold, drifting into darkness until they discover me, their gentle treatment guiding me out from around the block.

Sea of Love. It’s a 6.

it had come to the point communication was accompanied by yellow flashing lights, yet caution had long since been abandoned.

love and longevity, woeful casualties of proximity, time pitted against time, damage deferred no longer.

driven further and further along a distal path, dreams conspired with imagination, and the conjuring begun.

fear was the undertow threatening to drag them under, churning waves of conflicting desires, neither recalled who had washed ashore first.

days turned to weeks turned to months turned to years turned a corner.

..and there you were.

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Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

Good morning and welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge. “Morning” you exclaim?! Why yes, I am posting this week’s Six Sentence Story prompt word a little earlier in the day than usual. Why? Well, why the heck not, write right?!

Enjoy the rest of your weekend! See you all this coming Thursday at Six Sentence Story blog hop 🙂 Newcomers – only a few requirements to participate:

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 🙂


“I write to discover what I know.”
–Flannery O’Connor

It’s Six Sentence Story Thursday Link Up!

Bienvenue à GirlieOnTheEdge and another Six Sentence Story Thursday. Each Wednesday evening I strive to put the link up earlier in the evening, U.S. EST, so that our international  writers, who are already living in the future 🙂 might link up before half of their Thursday has already passed 😀

Rules of the hop? Simple:
Write 6 sentences, as long or short as your command of grammar/punctuation takes you, but no more, no less.
Can be story, poem, snippet from a wip… written in any genre.
Use this week’s cue word.
Link up, read, comment, share…enjoy.


“I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that I don’t know the answer” — Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy


Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and the Sunday word prompt. Below is the cue word for this coming Thursday’s Six Sentence Story blog hop. Part of the fun for me each week is looking for quotes by well known writers, some of whom I’ve heard of, some not, but whose words resonate on some level. This week, I’ve switched it up a bit! The quote is from this author’s last work and was published in 1949. Can you identify the author? The book?

Speaking of rules, all we ask is you:
Write a story, a poem, whatever, all genres welcome.
Write 6 sentences, no more, no less.
Use this week’s cue word.
Meet back here Thursday, link up and have fun!


                               “It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.”

Casting call. It’s a 6 Sentence Story.

In those immortal 4 words….”hey ho, let’s go!”  Not taking no for an answer. I enjoy writing (mostly) and I’m not going another week without joining in the fun. I know you all can relate to sitting in front of a blank screen until you realize, the longer you sit there, the screen is simply reflecting what’s in your head. Scare-ree. I’ve gone the last 2 weeks without posting a SSS and I’m simply not going to let it go to 3, so here go’s nothing. (hey. that would have been a cool joke, huh? nothing, empty space for the 6. yeah, yeah, so that’s a little weird. blame it on the heat! that’s right. 92 degrees today. yowza.)


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She screamed, in a tone we all knew intimately, not frantic, not angry but….sprinkled, you might say, with a dash of desperation…

“Can I please get a volunteer!!! All I need is a single volunteer to stand in for a short story. What do you say??!”

No one moved, statues all, no one responded, absolutely no one presented themselves forefront and center to offer their services and absolutely everyone, for some odd reason, was staring at me, Lyndon Landever, 8 year old from Cornwall, Connecticut, who pretty much keeps to himself and who for sure hasn’t had much experience out there, in fact, I haven’t had any.

So why they thought me so special I can’t tell you, well, except maybe… maybe it’s because about 2 weeks ago, after school, I discovered a portal to another dimension on the east end of West Cornwall Covered Bridge, but in my mind, that doesn’t make me any more qualified than any of the other guys, to be her volunteer today…. so it’s kinda looking like she’s out of luck again!




Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

Hello. Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge. Everyone ready for another round of Six Sentence Stories? Excellent! Sunday is the day I post the cue word for the up coming Six Sentence Story Thursday blog hop. So, while the link from last week’s hop is still open, below is the new cue word for this week.

Everyone familiar with the rules? Re-cap? Sure:
Write a story, a poem, whatever/whoever inspires or speaks to you.
Write only 6 sentences, no more, no less.
Use this week’s cue word.
Write in any genre.
Link up, read, enjoy, escape, learn.


All the words I use in my stories can be found in the dictionary—it’s just a matter of arranging them into the right sentences.
– Somerset Maugham



Six Sentence Story, Sunday word prompt!

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge. I know I say it every week but still…I cannot believe it’s already Sunday evening and time to post another cue word for this week’s upcoming Six Sentence Story Thursday.

Participation is simple, easy as pie. All we ask of you is:
6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Written in any genre.
Use the cue/prompt word.
Return here Thursday, link your post.
Sit back and read, enjoy, share and have fun!


Exercise the writing muscle every day, even if it is only a letter, notes, a title list, a character sketch, a journal entry. Writers are like dancers, like athletes. Without that exercise, the muscles seize up.
– Jane Yolen

Six Sentence Story Cue Word is…..

Hi everyone! Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge. I can’t believe it’s Sunday already and that means time to reveal this week’s Six Sentence Story cue word! But first…

Rules Refresher:
6 sentences. No more. No less.
Write a story, tell a tale, wax poetic.
Write in any genre.
Meet back here this Thursday and link up!


“One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.”
–Jack KerouacThe Dharma Bums

Yeah, put ’em Here at the Edge. All 6 Sentences.

So.  You may or may not have a writing process. I used to. I think. Or maybe I had a special time to write. Yeah, that rings a bell. Any-who, it’s 7:50 pm this Thursday evening, the 1st day of the 6 Sentence Story Bloghop hosted by the wonderful Ivy Walker. Whatsay we begin by giving Ms. Walker a rousing round of applause. She’s still hostessing strong and this week she has certainly challenged me with the word cue of the week: “TAP”. Use this word in any of it’s definitions, acronyms, you name it as long as there are 6 sentences with this cue word appearing somewhere among them, you’re golden.

She faltered in front of the non descript, narrow shelving, standing with the weight of her indecision resting  squarely, if not fully, in her left leg.

Why was this so difficult? No one needs to translate the label, no interpreter is needed to describe what her own eyes were clearly seeing but maybe that was the problem, the choices.

There’s always the option to turn around and return to the reliable, steadfast staples, the tried and true familiar, surrounding us, embracing us, day after day.

What were these breadlike “things”, these baked goods with the odd names? Look at this one, surely a misspelling, as no one, on purpose, would use that many “a”s in the spelling of a name?!

At the first tap of my foot on the industrial tiled floor of the tired supermarket, I reached for the bag that read “Guaaaracha” and thought, why not, misspelling or not, the oddly shaped, squared off ovals of breadlike bread appeared to have a light coating of sugar atop them.

The pavlovian response was unmistakable, certain to overpower last minute indecision fortified by a latent fear of the unknown, my path now leading me to checkout…

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