Tag: Six Sentence Stories
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Not to Scale
That’s a heavy lizard, Elgwynne cackled as she scooped Estradamous off the plate on the covern scales. Estradamous hissed, clawed, and shrieked at being handled, preferring very much to be left in his own space. He spat fiery venom onto Elgwynne’s left cheek in annoyance, causing her artificial synthetic skin to melt away, revealing the…
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Precise Decoration
What are you doing voice A asked, within a distant echo; that’s not right, commented voice B, slightly ahead; leave him to it, voice C said from somewhere behind, he’s concentrating. Tom pulled his tongue back into his mouth and carefully carried the small, silver sugared bead in a tweezer, and then carefully and precisely…
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Vision
He just hovered there. Not flying, but not on the ground. The concept of angels should only exist in the mind, in thought, not physical… abstract, in fact. But there he is. Hovering. Not flying, and not on the ground. Posted for Six Sentence Stories where Denise’s prompt word this week is abstract.
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Out of Place
It was a delightful day… the sun shone, and the sky was clear. The food was fabulous, and the price, reasonable. The company, charming; the venue exquisite; the service second to none. The energy levels were high, with everyone in a good mood, with lots of laughter and frivolity. One person sat in the corner,…
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Doubling Up
The Raconteuse and The Supplier returned to the bar area, having found Ford’s sprocket kit and a spare extension lead in one of the offices along the dark corridor near to the manager’s office; it was the extension they were after, but the kit was an added surprise. Nancy, the DJ, was now in full…
The Mansionic Perspective 