Tag: Six Sentence Stories
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The Co-ordination of Supervillains
Bubblegum sat, legs up, with her right leg bent slightly at the knee and crossed over her left, on the sofa in the lounge, absentmindedly flicking through the pages of the latest copy of her favourite gossip magazine, neither reading words or looking at pictures, whilst at the same time blowing huge bubbles with her…
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Confetti
“Now look distant, as though you have something on your mind… an old memory that has resurfaced… or even a long-lost love… a soul mate… yes… that’s it… perfect!” The photographer clicked away with his camera; Edith sat in her chair, the painted backdrop behind giving a good impression they were outside instead of in…
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‘How hard can running a Bistro actually be?’ – Kitchen Magick
I pop my head through the doors to the bar, catching the last of Nick (the Gatekeeper)’s words “…how hard can it be…?” which, oddly, was my last thought as I looked at the instructions and ingredients for the quality food that is usually produced at the Six Sentence Café & Bistro. Ford was playing…
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On and On and On…
Sensors repaired, Sam made his way through the tangled web of cables in the control room underbelly to the elevator array; his morning checks had picked up the level indicators were only indicating even numbers. He rewired the circuitry after finding the right side of the array burned out, and then repaired the hole in…
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The Co-ordination of Supervillains
Ellova Palava (international mistress of disguise) and Jordan Grainger (getaway driver) waited in the old 1962 Sambabus outside the main entrance to the bank on the Main Road, as requested by their illustrious leader the Dropped Apostrophe (utter nincompoop), both frantically looking for any signs of movement from within the bank. Jordan noticed an approaching…
The Mansionic Perspective 