Every week, Denise, aka GirlieOnTheEdge, gives us a prompt word for a story that must be written in exactly six sentences. It has become one of my favorite ways to construct a story—or a poem—and, even more so, I have discovered that contributing to the collaborative world of the Six Sentence Café & Bistro walk-ins is far more fun than I ever imagined when I was first invited.
Anyway, last week, someone asked in the comments under Denise's post where they could read all of the stories to catch up to the plot, and I thought that Denise's reply was incredibly helpful for that purpose...
This week's entries can be found through the link-up, where you'll discover many talented authors sharing their work, so please do check it out.
the Six Sentence Café & Bistro #9
"You need to write the next big thing and then return to Denise," a voice rang in Aurelia's eardrums, resulting in her bolting out of the bed—as if the damned house were on fire—to prepare a cup of coffee to accompany her behind her desk.
Around half an hour had passed, yet she still stared at the blinking cursor, sipping the liquid of life while occasionally glancing at the pink Post-it note reading, "16th August"—the date by which she had to have twenty poems ready for her manuscript, or she would lose her publishing contract.
Without even noticing, she began reminiscing about the times when writing was sourced from pure emotion and wine; the only thing she had to do—in those fits of inspiration—was pick up the loose end of the yarn and follow it, but this, here, felt more like squeezing a lemon that had already been juiced.
And the worst part, the neighbors had just now decided to throw something that sounded like a Friday special at the nightclub—on a Wednesday evening—in their own home—right below her... even her noise-cancelling headphones couldn't compete with that.
"This is not working," she blurted, threw the headphones into the corner, stood up, slammed the window at the gable end shut—with enough force to send the clock above it tumbling down—and began rummaging through her collection of music.
"This should do the trick," she told herself as she took the vinyl containing Abel Korzeniowski's Penny Dreadful soundtracks out of its sleeve, set it on the turntable, and raised the volume high enough to drown out the noise while muttering, "Let's see how they like this."
There's more of my work:
All of the six-sentence stories.
The Nervous Poet Entries for the SSC&B.
There is also a page for all of the poetry.
More personal entries can be found at the Blog.
The IT studies blog in Estonian fror a course in the university.
the Band "Chaos in Spring" is on YouTube, Spotify and other streaming services.
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