Short Fiction, short story

Baby Time – 6 Sentence Story


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Baby Time

Bursting in the door, Charmagne hollered, “bring on the party, your girl’s here!”

Slamming the pen down on my desk, shaking my head, looking at her, “Charmagne, can’t you, for once, just come in like a normal person, quietly polite?”

“Heck no, I gotta tell you something right now, it won’t hold no more.”

Rolling my eyes into focus, “What is it then, let’s have it.”

“I just came from the doctor and guess who’s gonna have a baby?”

With dropped jaw my question about who’s the daddy met this reply: “As far as I can tell it’s the rottweiler down the block, the one that keeps jumping the fence and messing with dear old Daisy beagle.”

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There you have it! That’s my Six Sentence Story for this week. You can go to this LINK to learn more. Hope you will join in!

Short Fiction

Extension – Six Sentence Story

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Extension
“I’d like an extension, please, on my marriage,” Chas knelt to the linoleum with Carl’s hands in his.

“Chas, you know I am forever yours, no extension needed, we are forever and ever, no doubt,” Carl’s misty eyes told more.

“Yes, yes, my love, I know this, but, you see, we got a late start on all this legal mess and, well, I want to gain back what we missed, you know, as if we could, but I am a dreamer,” Chas slipped his hands on Carl’s knees.

“Fear not, my love, although we had to do this legally, for obvious reasons, my heart has been yours ever since I first saw your eyes and this is something that time cannot strip away,” Carl grasped Chas’ hands and held them to his heart, before wiping his tears.

“True, my love, we can’t go back in time and while our tomorrows are counted, we can still celebrate our love each and every day; When I wake and look in your eyes, I know the day has our names embossed on whatever plans are made,” Chas closed is eyes while tears rolled down his cheeks.

Carl looked to the universe and cried, “Today, just for today, let’s celebrate, as the clock needs to stop for us, just for this day; Is that too much to ask?”

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There you go, that’s my Six Sentence Story for this week. Won’t you join us? You can go to this LINK and hop in!

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Come back here on Thursday, link your post…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 🙂

PROMPT WORD: EXTENSION

Short Fiction, short story, Uncategorized

Spaghetti and Meatballs – 6 Sentence Story

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Spaghetti and Meatballs

Exercising his right to a trial, Heathcliff leaned to his attorney, with heated garlic breath, “I will get off, just wait ‘n see.”

Slamming his briefcase on the table, the accuser tossed in his papers and stormed out of the courtroom, breathing hard, “just wait, you idiot, I will nail you to the wall.”

Heathcliff’s attorney whispered, “what do you think you can prove, Heathcliff? You know they caught you red-handed.”

“If they think they can just push me around like some pile of spaghetti, they’ve got another think coming.”

“How ‘bout you sauce your mouth, ‘bout now, ‘fore you end up in jail.”

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There you have it! It’s Six Sentence Story time! Here’s the LINK

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Come back here on Thursday, link your post…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 🙂

PROMPT WORD: EXERCISE

poetry, Short Fiction

Briefly Speaking

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Briefly Speaking

Carrying his father’s worn, leather briefcase, Henry walked into the bar, “Set me up Jock, I need relief,” and off Jock went to fetch Henry’s favorite, on the rocks, and placed a napkin and the drink in front of the sad-looking gentleman, Jock knew all too well, as a regular in the bar, Henry divulged many secrets to his bartender and they were kept well in Jock’s memory bank, although there had been brief moments when he wrote them down, just in case Henry needed to retrieve something in his gray matter, that’s what friends are for, to keep things safe for when you need them and, well, so much more, Jock was that kind of friend, Henry knew this and depended on Jock’s wisdom from time to time, longing for answers to questions left in the dust of Henry’s life, even more nagging at his soul, so that’s why he needed scotch and Jock and the bar and bar mates and his dad’s briefcase, that was where he kept the secrets that only he could share, when he shared them, so that’s what Jock helped him with – keeping secrets – Jock being such a good friend and all.

Jock wrote a story
it was called secrets I know
it was very brief

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Wednesday Poetry Prompt from Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides

For today’s prompt, write a brief poem. Sure, the poem itself can be brief (in the sense that it’s very concise). But the poem could be about a brief event. Or it could feature a briefcase or involve a media briefing. As always, take it wherever you wish!

poetry, Short Fiction, short story

Mountain Climbing – Six Sentence Story

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Mountain Climbing

Approaching mountains challenges my inner ilk; What force would propel and what would cause slouching at angst of faltering, of falling down and never getting up? Classified as an elder, gray woman, will my will to be more become too overwhelming or would the fence allow a reasonable gate to let me inside? Cast away within the shadows of fear, it is easy to fall back and find solace in the coolness and the warmth of simply being. Until anxiety allows a surge of action, this fear takes hold and rules every decision made for my own demise. With this it is clear that the only way to take on a mountain is to get up, take my rod, tread forward, one step at a time, spiraling to the top.

taking in the light
permitting the light to glow
follow me on high

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There you have it! This is my Six Sentence Story for this week in Haibun style. You can join in by going to this LINK

Here’s the challenge:
Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Come back here on Thursday, link your post…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 🙂

PROMPT WORD: MOUNTAIN