Tag: Six Sentence Stories
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Birth of a Hero
I sit and look at the blank screen in front of me, thoughts racing in anticipation of the words I will eventually fill it with; I ponder the location, the weather, the people. Ah, the people! I want – no, need – a new type of hero… he has to be male, strong, human (human…
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A Spirited Life
Shirley looked at the heavy clear quartz sphere that sat in the centre of a deep purple velvet cloth upon a round table, and then brought her eyes up to the young girl who sat opposite who didn’t move, her eyes fixed on the globe. Eventually, the girl sighed, sat upright, sighed again, locked her…
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Out In The Open
‘We won, Ognar… we won…’ Myrtle clutched the (rather oversized) Great Chicken Run trophy as she beamed from ear to ear (with reference to the ears on her head, and not those on her own one of its kind blouse she created and was wearing), ‘no longer are we the laughing stock of the street!’…
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The Flow
Today, the task is simple. Imagine, if you will, a meander in a river, betwixt a clearing and a wood. The air is cool and fresh, and the only sound, apart from the rushing waters, are the hidden birds chirping away in the trees. From this vantage point, everywhere is calm, relaxed and peaceful. Close…
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Bar Assistance
‘Why did you use the Priority Eight rescue signal…’ fading into view, Dorakk glared at the humanoid male standing behind the counter of Joe’s Bar, adding ‘and why do you continue to use it – obviously I am here so you do not need to continue to call out for assistance.’ At eight and a…
The Mansionic Perspective 