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 the story around it.
Musically, I’m really into Sofia Isella lately, especially the song Out in the Garden. I just keep it on repeat these days…
The weekly writing challenge is hosted by GirlieOnTheEdge, and you can find links to other participants’ work through the link-up.
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: ORDER
Six-Sentence Story - Used to Order
Emily would sip her wine straight out of the bottle and smoke cigarettes in a way that seemed as if she were devouring them.
Sometimes she would sit alone with her headphones, listening to God knows what while writing poetry; occasionally, she would lose herself in his DMs instead and stay there for hours on end.
Her little drunk late-night philosophy—perhaps the intensity of it, or the way she swung between confessions, memoirs, jokes, and apologizing for being too much, too unusual—would tire out any man sane enough to distinguish need from love.
She was certainly captivating in her own way—perhaps not suitable for a man who was used to silence and order, but interesting nevertheless.
And something in her chaos lingered longer than it should have; she clung to his mind like a tadpole*, and he couldn't shake her off.
Well, he should have known better than to entertain his curiosity, had he been looking at her clearly—but I suppose clarity has never been a guarantee where fascination begins.
*tadpole (Baldur’s Gate 3) is a parasite that eats a part of your brain and is meant to turn you into a Mind Flayer. It grants cool abilities in-game with some downsides.
There's more of my work:
If you like short stories I have them scooped up into one category (including the six-sentence stories).
Or maybe you prefer poetry,, more personal entries can be found at the Blog.
There's also the IT studies blog in Estonian and "Chaos in Spring" on YouTube, Spotify and other streaming services.
I say never judge a girl on the contents of her drunk texts alone…..
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Well, I may agree.
Who knows, maybe she is actually much lovlier in person than in writing.
two phrases making me think, ‘Damn! Good* line.’
“…sane enough to distinguish need from love.”
“…clarity has never been a guarantee where fascination begins.”
* ‘good’ being defined as evocative beyond the specific context (of the Six)
Thank you so much Clark! Those two lines I wrote at least 10 different ways to get the level of ambiguity and discomfort I was going for. Am so happy you noticed them.
I rather like Emily!
I think I would like her too. Seems like someone to drink wine with and have a conversation with
Good point that fascination can blur clarity.
Thank you, I think it may be something that’s often true in life too. Not just this story.
There is nothing fun in silence and order 😉
Perhaps not, who knows.
“…apologizing for being too much, too unusual—would tire out any man sane enough to distinguish need from love.” Not so sure it has to be either of those to things. Ironic Emily was drawn to a man “used to silence and order,”. Likewise for him being attracted to woman “different” from the women he was used to being around.
I enjoyed your story, Reelika.
P.S. I love that – when a song affects you to the point you can’t stop listening to it.
They say that opposites are drawn to eachother or something but I dunno. I am so happy you enjoyed it.
Anyone can know better but still not do better.
Thank you for stepping by. Yeah it really is like that, isn’t it. But I think sometimes it’s good do not do better.