I just realized Ember is my seventh six-sentence story —if I counted correctly. Funny thing is, I originally meant to write a poem, but I lost track along the way. It didn’t quite fit as something short or long enough to qualify. So, I ended up here instead —with this.
The prompt was created by our wonderful girlieontheedge
Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers
PROMPT WORD: LABYRINTH
Others' stories can be found here
Six-Sentence Story - Ember (With Audiobook)
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.
Yes, it was a face she knew all too well, ahem... in fact, if she were to go blind she could easily paint every little frown line around his eyes while capturing the worlds behind them and frame the masterpiece with the hands she longed to rest her heart in as well.
Her heart, such a weird little thing it was, holding the love of a poet in a left chamber and the rage of a woman in the right, it just kept beating as if the pain she had felt throughout her life was nothing but a little annoying insect.
But there, through the vines of the labyrinth walls, tattered and torn her dress... it was, her lover didn't know her name in law.
Was it love after all that rhymed?
Perhaps I could invite you to read more of my work:
If you like short stories I have them scooped up into one category (including the six-sentence stories).
Or perhaps I could interest you in poetry and refections or something more personal like the Blog.
I also happen to own an IT studies blog in Estonian and "Chaos in Spring" can be listened to on YouTube, Spotify and other streaming services.
May she find her prince.
Step out of your dreams, girl, and trace the lines of his face with your fingertips!
May dreams come true, and not turn to nightmares.
I like Ember. Her thoughts just keep smoldering but only ashes remain. Is there anything to rekindle?
Just my first reaction to the story. 🙂
Maybe she is barking up the wrong tree… May she find love.
7th Six Sentence Story, posted on the 7th day of the 7th month. Hm…auspicious, non?
Ember is herself a poet, yet in love with a poet. Would that she embrace the love she feels for man poet, and give some of it to herself.