Tag: Six Sentence Stories
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The Name’s Nutmeg
Nutmeg Dolnoon was alone in the saloon; the day had been hot, the hours, long. She leant against the bar as she noticed the tall shadowy figure standing just inside the double doors. She reached inside her pocket, finding her small pistol missing. Sensing everything to be at stake, she gained leverage from the bar…
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May the Fourth
Posted for Six Sentence Stories where Denise’s prompt word for this week is Market. I’m so far from home it’s untrue… I could be galaxies away for all I know… that’ll teach me for buying a cheap ticket from that dodgy Deadstar Travel Agent in Han’s Market. ‘Only one kidobe,’ the woman with the plaited…
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Sssssunssssset!
“So, Jake, what’ll it be…” Nutmeg Dolnoon glanced at the other end of the bar and froze… Jake ‘Cesspit Yellowbelly’ Jones followed her gaze and instantly cowered around the corner of the bar, the top of his stetson and his eyes the only things visible, “if there’s one thing I can’t stand,” he whispered, “it’s…
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The Yelby Express
The air-raid siren sounded just as I arrived at the station, but the guard assured me it was just the new nightly test… I wasn’t too sure, horrible sound that it is, but I paid my two pounds and six shillings for my ticket to Yelby. I hugged Hestle farewell, and we waved to each…
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Previously
She found him slumped, propped up against the gate she needed to use to get into the back entrance of the Olive Lounge. Her long red hair, tied back by a number of ribbons, wound itself over her shoulder and hung forward as she leaned over the pale man. ‘Why are you here… what are…
The Mansionic Perspective 