Tag: Six Sentence Stories
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Entrée
‘I’m at the address,’ Moonbeam pressed the earpiece into his left ear, really to make sure it was still there and he wasn’t talking to himself, ‘and I’m about to go in… although why I’m doing this, I have no idea.’ ‘Are you still moaning,’ Bubblegum’s tinny voice came back to him almost immediately, ‘you…
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Slippery Ooh Aah!
Ognar Rance frantically looked through the tidy drawers in his garden shed, desperately searching for the syringe he’d used to add his ‘special blend’ formula into his dynamic strength plant food in readiness for the council’s forthcoming Nature’s Makeover competition. ‘Ah,’ he realised, suddenly, ‘the greenhouse… I was in there with it with the tomatoes!’…
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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!’…
The Mansionic Perspective 