Short Fiction, short story

The Howler – Six Sentence Story

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Howler
An Acrostic
Hershel Henry Spritzer was an academic genius as he scored the highest in his class and was a shoe in to become the valedictorian.

Orange was the least loved color of Constance Spritzer and she would avoid placing this anywhere on her paintings, masterpieces which would hang in only the finest of galleries; it had to do with her heart breaking, ex boyfriend, Jasper Jester, who wore only orange and black striped outfits.

Wondering why his mother expressed discord with his winning of the Orange County Esteemed Scholar Award, Hershel sent her a message with Fergly, his owl, serving as the messenger.

Lingering slowly though the skies, Fergly dipped frequently, not daring to hoot, as he held securely the heavy red envelope in his beak, talons ready to drop and land on Hershel’s windowsill.

Eagerly, Hershel grabbed the envelope from Fergly, but then he stopped, and placed it on the table, feeling anxious because the envelope was not only large, but it was red and it was scooting across the table where it lay, this could only mean one thing.

Ready or not, Hershel knew he needed to open the envelope for fear it might explode and open it he did, easing it as best that he could, noticing some orange paint dripping as he did, but the worse part was the ear piercing, exploding howling all about the meaning of the color of orange (it wasn’t Jasper).

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There you have it! This is my Six Sentence Story in response to the weekly prompt “HOWL” and you can participate, as well. Just go to this LINK

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!

Short Fiction, short story

Focus Lost

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Focus Lost

Felicity focused her eyes, peering at the glint of light, passing through the sliver in the wooden shack; She wondered who might cast shadows on the wall of this musty old cabin.

Stepping closer, to get a better focus she saw movement, not just one person but two; And she stopped in the mud, frozen by her vision, focusing all the more, yet not wanting to see as Richard pulled Charlene to his chest, struggling with Charlene; Gasping, Felicity thought they were lovers in abandon.

Richard lunged forward with his hand to his chest, wood scraping across the floor, bellowing as he fell against the wall, his girth sliding down the wall.

Running out the door, Charlene swooped atop the horse and galloped off into the darkened woods, leaving Richard moaning in pain and struggling, as Felicity heard him gasping for air.

“Richard,” Felicity ran to his side.

“Fel…” gasping for his breath, “I…” struggling for strength “‘m sor…lost…love…broke,” and as he took his final breath, she knew.

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So, there you have it! That’s my Six Sentence Story for this week.
Go on over and join us right HERE

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: FOCUS

poetry, Short Fiction, short story

Say I Do

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Say I Do

She gazed into his hazel eyes and sighed.

Tenderly grazing his face with her finger she closed her eyes.

Asking for silence, she memorized every feature.

Beating as one, their hearts united.

Leaping for joy, they jumped hand in hand.

Ever more to be as one, they made the leap for love.

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That is my Six Sentence Story – I tried another acrostic. Join us HERE with your own, why don’tcha?

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:  STABLE