Short Fiction

New Life

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Reaching for the stars, she grasped the lowest hanging cloud, ever elusive coolness. What new life there might be as she sought her forever. Climbing, reaching, falling, she learned that new life means living through what’s in her power. It’s also searching through dreams. Truly the sky may be within her reach.

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There you have it! This is my Six Sentence Story with the prompt word “Reach”

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Who Would be Your Hero?

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Epic poems speak of heroics, perhaps historical or not. If writing an epic poem of this day and age, I would have to focus on first responders. This could be the military, police, EMTs, fire persons, Coast Guard, for example. How would you define the one hero in the epic poem? This would be a dilemma as it’s not one person who is often the hero, but a team. Who would you choose for an epic poem subject for this day?

There you have it, my six sentence story. Here’s how it works:

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:  EPIC

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Short Fiction

When Crystals Melt

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Looking out the crystal covered window, Maizie moved to the fireplace and added what was left of the split logs, wondering where the next would come from. As the house began to warm, she placed the pot over the fire and warmed yesterdays leftover oatmeal, adding a little more water to make it stretch. Chopping up the apples from this year’s harvest, she placed them in the bowls for her family. As each child started waking, stirring slowly, wrapped in tattered quilts, threaded by many mends over many years, Maizie held her arms open and welcome each one to warm them with her love. After each child took their places at the table, they looked to their mother and bowed together. “Dear Lord, it is with whole hearts and welcoming souls that we are most grateful for our many blessings,” And then the door opened, he had returned from his hunt and they would soon know no hunger.

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This is in response to the Six Sentence Story prompt: Crystal

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Short Fiction

Hope in the Desert

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He moved to Needles, searching his soul, pining for his lost woman, she had left him right before Christmas eve.

Needless to say, his heart was broken, and he pondered the true meaning of life.

There was a sound in the distance, gaining volume as the sound of huffing and bells rang near.

Looking to the sky, noticing golden blades, shining brightly and hooves of tiny antlered animals, he was amazed.

Then the sounds of “Ho, ho, ho.” rang in his ears.

Gazing at the cactus and watching in amazement as the sleigh swooped down to land, he was once again revived to memories of his childhood, when life felt innocent and hope sprang in the daylight, and at this thought the smell of the pine trees overcame his senses and he was once again renewed to the meaning of hope.

This is in response to the Six Sentence Story prompt: Pine. Won’t you join in?

Short Fiction

Cause for Change

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As the table was set up beautifully with candles and the waiter brought appetizers, Cassidy was shifting feet under the table, to the point where the tablecloth was shaking in their lap. Looking in Pat’s eyes, Cassidy nervously leaned forward, taking Pat’s hand and started to ask the most important question, box in pocket with the other hand surrounding the silky cover. At this point, a text popped up on Pat’s phone and they stopped looking at Cassidy and checked their phone. Cassidy placed their hand on their lap and silently watched as Pat returned a few texts. Cassidy went to the jewelry store to exchange their gift for something more appropriate for Pat.

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There you go! This is my Six Sentence Story for the prompt word “Exchange”
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