Another week has gone by and yet again it is time for a new Six-Sentence Story. This week has been very busy, but I can already say that I did pass math... compared to my first test with 9/40 points, I scored 24/30, and the gap between the two was exactly two months. I have never in my life had a math test go as well as this last one did, and honestly, I am very happy to have even passed the course, especially since I sacrificed programming once again because I never want to see that first math test ever again.

Musically, I have been listening to various things as always, but my “On Repeat” section first five songs are currently populated by SKYND and Dir en grey, which is strange because I actually listened to a lot of different artists this week.

As always, the blog-hop is hosted by GirlieOnTheEdge, and through the link-up you can find many other authors sharing their sixes. Be sure to check them out because even if mine is not to your taste, you may still discover a writer you truly enjoy.

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
The link is live from Wednesday at 6:00 PM until late Saturday night.
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PROMPT WORD: STEAM

Six-Sentence Story - the Sensible Woman

Stella was thought to be a sensible woman; she had her ducks in a row or something like that—she never missed a deadline, a day at work or school, or did anything in halves.

At the age of twenty-one, she had managed to climb the career ladder three times in the span of six months; perhaps it was not surprising for a straight-A student, or perhaps overachieving had become a way for her to prove her worth.

To whom, one may wonder...

the world,

her parents,

teachers,

a lover,

or herself?

But what people failed to realize was that when her schedule ran empty and the steam from the coffee mug had faded, she sat alone at her desk, her only companions the storms of her mind and the shadows that seemed to wait for nightfall to come out and play.

You see,

Stella didn’t fancy sitting around doing nothing because she didn’t fancy herself enough to sit alone with her mind; she preferred the order of her job to the chaos she experienced when left alone.

Hmm,

maybe that’s why Stella now sits at the smoking corner with the other loonies, waiting for her eight o’clock medication, not fighting against the daily schedule of waking up at six, medicine, breakfast, therapy, fifteen minutes outside for a walk and a cigarette—rinse and repeat.

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.