Tag: Six Sentence Stories
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The Call
Hello… Al… Al… hello… Alist… A… Alistair? It’s a bad line… it’s… hello… it’s Donald… Donald… Don uld… Donald Muir… Muir… em you eye or… Muir… yes, Donald Muir… we met at… Muir, yes, Donald Muir, that’s it! You remember, we met at the golf club… golf… the golf club… golf… gee oh elle bee……
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So, Where Were You‽
Get ready to be beamed across, captain. On the day that the Webb-James Satellite detected life on a distant, faraway world, pulverising the long-held belief that we are alone in the entirety of the Universe, one important question springs to mind. No, not where are the keys to the underground bunker, but the much more…
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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.
The Mansionic Perspective 