Carousel—Six Sentence Story

Sam walked into the ice cream parlor where Betty, the owner with bright blue streaked hair, a splattering of tattoos and a decades-long carousel ride worth of baggage that her clothes thankfully covered, asked him, “What flavor would you like today, Sam?”

In turn he asked, “What flavor is the least popular?”

“You know as well as I do that nobody in his right mind would choose cherry vanilla,” she responded pointing to the nearly empty tub of his favorite ice cream.

“Then to help you reduce your inventory I’ll have two scoops of it,” he said.

While scooping out his order Betty felt that Sam—for his own good—should never ask her to marry him, but believing there were still miracles waiting even for the likes of her, and given the fact that she was rapidly running out of cherry vanilla, held onto the hope that he might do just that.

Eventually she and Sam rejecting the decades-long garbage clinging to both of them were married by a real chaplain to show that their commitment to each other was, like that chaplain, real all of which put the Wonderful in such a good mood that He gave, and they like giddy children received, the Wind and the Fire, the living breath of God.


Denise offers the prompt word “carousel” for this week’s Six Sentence Story. The notion of God being in a “good mood” I owe to Michael Wilson.

Isaiah 9:6
For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful….

Mark 10:14
…Suffer the little children to come unto me, and forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God.

Flush—Six Sentence Story

There’s nothing out there that resembles what you’re looking for, Timothy’s inner voice said as he concluded his failed search for intelligent extraterrestrial life-forms wondering—Well, what about non-intelligent life?

There‘s none of that stuff either, the voice answered. Be grateful that there’s life as you used to know it still on Earth.

Well, what about those aliens in their fancy UFOs that beamed me up and experimented on me? he asked.

Yeah, they’re real, but I told you to stop messing with the demonic.

This conversation with his only remaining friend was all Timothy needed to flush away what was left of his feigned composure as he exploded like a supernova into a sequence of big bangs against the padded concrete walls while psych ward orderlies came in to strap him down for further experimentation.


Denise offers the prompt word “flush” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.

The Mediterranean Sea and Jaffa Beach in Tel Aviv, Israel

Truck—Six Sentence Story

In the days when Jake felt his mind was running a few bricks short of a full load he was told he would never find his friend lost in the crowd of humanity without the heart to at least look. What made matters worse was Jake no longer remembered what his friend looked like nor what his name was nor why he bothered trying to find him.

Regardless that still small voice kept reminding him that if—yes, if—he were willing to listen and respond promptly as he was directed he would one day find his friend and be able to laugh again. Over the years Jake kept searching even among those unlikeable sorts he ran into wondering why his friend would consider hiding among them.

Eventually the still small voice ever ready with something new to say no longer focused on Jake’s lost friend. By then Jake had more friends than he previously thought were there to find joyfully aware that not a single brick was missing from the load on his truck.


Denise offers the prompt word “truck” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.

1 Kings 19:11-12
11 And he said, Go forth, and stand upon the mount before the Lord. And, behold, the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the Lord; but the Lord was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the Lord was not in the earthquake:
12 And after the earthquake a fire; but the Lord was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice.

Forge—Six Sentence Story

It’s not your job to keep God humble.

After reading her fortune at the Chinese restaurant in the food court of Pharaoh’s palace Sarai wondered why her husband didn’t get that message rather than the one stating that Servant girls won’t get you where you want to go.

Abram thought he was doing what God had directed him to do if he took into account the hidden clues that weren’t actually in what God said and employed a 19th century deistic hermeneutics which didn’t actually believe Abram even existed. The devil could have told him that it wasn’t his job to make good on God’s promises, but why would the devil want to set Abram straight?

If one desires to do something wonderful it’s best to let God do the wonderful part. Although Abram loved to forge ahead on his own all he had to do was tell those 19th century know-it-alls where to go and do what he was told to do.


Denise offers the prompt word “forge” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.

I have been listening to E. Dane Rogers’ sermons on Genesis. See Proceeding to Egypt | Genesis 12:10-20 for an account of what got Abram and Sarai into Egypt only to be driven out by Pharaoh himself.

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