Tag: Six Sentence Stories
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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…
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Not Breakfast At Tiffany’s; Oh No!
I called into the Six Sentence Café & Bistro for a spot of breakfast on my way to the Magicke Shoppe to get some supplies; their two sausage and egg combos are a must, especially if you get there very early, when they are a third of the price and you get double the combo.…
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Lady in Waiting
“I’m ready to do your hair and make-up,” the lady with the immaculate make-up herself said as she popped her head around the door of the slightly darkened star dressing room caravan, “that is, if you’re ready yourself, Miss F.” “Yes, I’m ready,” Edith interrupted sharply, “I’ve been ready for over an hour, but that’s…
The Mansionic Perspective 