This week’s prompt word for the six-sentence story in our community of blog hoppers was really fun to work with. Over time, I had several different ideas circling in my head on how to use it and make the story a bit different from what I usually write. I wanted...
Six-Sentence Stories
Six Sentence Story #14 | Prompt Word: ORDER
For some reason, I’ve always liked to step in and out of characters when I write. I’ve also noticed something a bit strange about my process in the weekly six-sentence story blog hops: I tend to write the sentence with the prompt word first and then build the rest of...
Six Sentence Story #13 | With Prompt Word: MARCH
I wanted to post this one warm and raw. This week’s six-sentence story feels more like a poem, and I was afraid that if I sat with it any longer, I’d over-refine it into something it isn’t. So it’s a bit of a crossbreed... an experiment for the blog hop or something...
Six Sentence Story #12 | Prompt Word: SWING
It seems I had forgotten how the weekly six-sentence story prompts work… Last week, I thought I was late for the blog hop and ended up posting with the same prompt word as this time. The story itself can be found here. The weekly writing challenge is hosted by...
Six Sentence Story #11 | Prompt Word: SWING, FLOAT
On a Sunday evening I found myself thinking that I had been wanting to return to my blog, and also to writing prompts again. Unfortunately the link-up for the Six-Sentence Story ends on Saturday evening, so I was a little late for the blog hop part. Still, I wrote...
Six Sentence Story #10 | Prompt Word: BOOKMARK
The smell of cinnamon in the room, a burnt candle on the bedside table, an empty bottle of Shiraz on the floor beside the ivory bed, and finally… a lady clutching onto a tattered book while tangled in her silken sheets with a tear running down her cheek.
Six Sentence Story #9 | Prompt Word: COFFEE
I prayed that the wooden floorboards wouldn’t creak under my weight as I got out of the bed, because God knows that hell had no fury like her majesty awoken suddenly from her slumber.
Six Sentence Story #8 | Prompt Word: EXCHANGE
She could feel that something was wrong with the way the wind made her skin crawl as she teetered out from the bar onto the small alleyway leading to her home and she felt almost as if there, in the dark, were a pair of eyes watching her every move.
Six Sentence Story #7 | Prompt Word: LABYRINTH
At night, when Ember lies down in her bed and listens to the rain softly running down her skylights she travels the worlds unknown to men.
Tonight was no exception; she was running in a maze to find her prince, a man she hardly knew but a face he had.
Six Sentence Story #6 | Prompt Word: STRIKE
Ellie found it easier to cope with the world by slowly removing herself from it, she had a superpower of cooking up wonderlands in her head and falling in love with strangers as she built them into magical characters in her stories and poems.
As the reality seemed to shun her out and strike her with a pike into her heart she fell in love with words, as if the blood dripping from the end of it was a pitch-black tint tainting her poetry with pain and sorrow as she crafted her words into bullets that could make a grown man shed a tear.
Six Sentence Story #15 | Prompt Word: RELAY
This week’s prompt word for the six-sentence story in our community of blog hoppers was really fun to work with. Over time, I had several different ideas circling in my head on how to use it and make the story a bit different from what I usually write. I wanted...
Six Sentence Story #14 | Prompt Word: ORDER
For some reason, I’ve always liked to step in and out of characters when I write. I’ve also noticed something a bit strange about my process in the weekly six-sentence story blog hops: I tend to write the sentence with the prompt word first and then build the rest of...
Six Sentence Story #13 | With Prompt Word: MARCH
I wanted to post this one warm and raw. This week’s six-sentence story feels more like a poem, and I was afraid that if I sat with it any longer, I’d over-refine it into something it isn’t. So it’s a bit of a crossbreed... an experiment for the blog hop or something...
Six Sentence Story #12 | Prompt Word: SWING
It seems I had forgotten how the weekly six-sentence story prompts work… Last week, I thought I was late for the blog hop and ended up posting with the same prompt word as this time. The story itself can be found here. The weekly writing challenge is hosted by...
Six Sentence Story #11 | Prompt Word: SWING, FLOAT
On a Sunday evening I found myself thinking that I had been wanting to return to my blog, and also to writing prompts again. Unfortunately the link-up for the Six-Sentence Story ends on Saturday evening, so I was a little late for the blog hop part. Still, I wrote...
Six Sentence Story #10 | Prompt Word: BOOKMARK
The smell of cinnamon in the room, a burnt candle on the bedside table, an empty bottle of Shiraz on the floor beside the ivory bed, and finally… a lady clutching onto a tattered book while tangled in her silken sheets with a tear running down her cheek.
Six Sentence Story #9 | Prompt Word: COFFEE
I prayed that the wooden floorboards wouldn’t creak under my weight as I got out of the bed, because God knows that hell had no fury like her majesty awoken suddenly from her slumber.
Six Sentence Story #8 | Prompt Word: EXCHANGE
She could feel that something was wrong with the way the wind made her skin crawl as she teetered out from the bar onto the small alleyway leading to her home and she felt almost as if there, in the dark, were a pair of eyes watching her every move.
Six Sentence Story #7 | Prompt Word: LABYRINTH
At night, when Ember lies down in her bed and listens to the rain softly running down her skylights she travels the worlds unknown to men.
Tonight was no exception; she was running in a maze to find her prince, a man she hardly knew but a face he had.
Six Sentence Story #6 | Prompt Word: STRIKE
Ellie found it easier to cope with the world by slowly removing herself from it, she had a superpower of cooking up wonderlands in her head and falling in love with strangers as she built them into magical characters in her stories and poems.
As the reality seemed to shun her out and strike her with a pike into her heart she fell in love with words, as if the blood dripping from the end of it was a pitch-black tint tainting her poetry with pain and sorrow as she crafted her words into bullets that could make a grown man shed a tear.