Tag: Six Sentence Stories
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The Saloon
Nutmeg Dolnoon slid the tankard of ale along the bar and into the thirsty clutches of Jake ‘Cesspit Yellowbelly’ Jones, as she began, and promptly stopped, serving Herbert Hatherthwaite with his spicy sarsaparilla; Maverick Mannering played wildly on the honky-tonk piano as Violet Dolnoon tried to sing and cancan along, in an attempt to diffuse…
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Above The Pack
Salnaal rode her winged steed, Shayde, with the same confidence and determination she approached everything else; confidence and determination that had increased steadily over her twenty-four years of active service. Her gleaming blonde-white hair flowing in stark contrast to Shayde’s night-black mane, they rode and flew around the grunts, cries, and howls of the carousel…
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Out of Time
The longboat moored flush against the river bank, and tied securely in place by two thick ropes to a couple of large oak trees, Ert had to now catch up with the rest of the crew who’d wasted no time in disembarking. They’d headed upstream toward the tiny hamlet Modlinium, a fortified Roman village that…
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Lost
I first remembered where I was when I felt the vibration through the cold metal bed beneath me… how long I’d been out was anyone’s guess, but the stun-blaster caught me off guard. So, here I am, on this ‘prison’ ship, many light-years from Earth, desperate for the loo, with a cracking headache and a…
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Honour, and Cheque, Mate!
This is a second Six Sentence Story for the prompt forge. It’s part of a crossover featuring my character, the despicable Dropped Apostrophe, and The Wakefield Doctrine’s exotic dancer, Rue DeNite. The first part is here The next part here (The Wakefield Doctrine) Then, the next part is here And the part before this one…
The Mansionic Perspective 