Six sentence story – Love on the Line


The whole of her; heart, mind, body and soul were guarded, her standard state of being and today was no different. You’d think she was facing down lions or gladiators in the colosseum, rather than the one who held her heart, who promised to shelter, support and love her for what was left of their lives. But time had taken from her and left shredded skin and tattered soul and what light used to be at the end of the tunnel had become a barely discernible pinprick of light. Hope hurt, wonder teased, and it always seemed that joy was just out of reach. Shelley didn’t know if she could let her love behind the walls she had spent so long building, into the earthy temple, the humble retreat that kept her safe. But, oh how she wanted to welcome her lover, deeper than physical satiation, exalted above all other, to promise, to hold, to cherish; to guard.


Prompt provided by GirlieOnTheEdge

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Link up at Wednesday’s post. Link goes live at 6:00 pm through Saturday late…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 😀

PROMPT WORD:  GUARD

Six Sentence Story – waste not

Waste your life in maudlin, moaning; that is a sin.

We have but a minute, so get stuck in to it.

Push fear aside, source courage, raise your chin.

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It is not easy, so stand your ground.

Envision your joy, tell your story.

Dance and sing and bring the world and all her children with you on the journey.


Prompt provided by GirlieOnTheEdge

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Link up at Wednesday’s post. Link goes live at 6:00 pm through Saturday late…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 😀

PROMPT WORD:  SIN

Six Sentence Story – Lost

I thank GirlieOnTheEdge for this week’s Six Sentence Stories prompt — the word is LABYRINTH.

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I lost myself in the complex labyrinth of life.

A journey from child all the way through to wife, mother, wife, mother.

The career dream lost along the way, day to day drudgery of peon administrator, soul destroying lowliness became the way.

Middle age is the veil of invisibility, where you are now lost not only to yourself but the uprising youth, who do not admire, respect, aspire to anything that you grew, shared, owned, developed or gave.

Why aspire to old age when I could give in now, let go of that dream of retirement, forever downtime, sofa comfort, cruising, reading of books, eating of fine cheeses, imbibing of finer wines.

I don’t look to a haunting purgatory, heavenly thereafter, glorious afterlife, and so should shoot straight for that hole in the ground, because I’d need to have faith in a higher power waiting to take my hand and help me grow and prepare for the next life for that to have any point.

Six Sentence Stories – Book

The book is my friend in sickness and in health. It comforts and informs, whispers as it speaks. Invites me to visit in search of what I need; succour, hope, adventure or delight. It waits with bated breath, and never refuses. Breathes easily when its own needs have been met.

To be known, to be held, to be useful, add meaning.

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Welcome to Six Sentence Stories! Blog Hop Rules: Write 6 sentences. No more. No less. Use this week’s prompt word: BOOK Read everyone’s story, comment, share and have fun!