Hopefully these fit the prompt. There was functional art involved in the construction of these pavements. Someone decided how to place the tiles in one way rather than another and how to position the boulders and gravel.
I pretended to caption the photos as if they were abstract paintings in a museum painted by an artist whose name I can no longer remember.
Guilt followed the pride of life dissipating Zach’s energy. That may have been a good thing since he was wasting his time on stuff that didn’t matter.
But what mattered? Zack was just a simple guy with a conscience informing him that he had lost his way. To get back on track he ran after one godforsaken enlightenment program until it disappointed him giving it up for some other gnostic nonsense.
I can’t tell you how Zach found his way home because I am in the same hog pen that you are refusing to eat the miraculous pearls which allegedly would provide living energy that could not be equated with matter no matter how fast the speed of light was.
I was thinking of those pearls and swine in Matthew 7:6 when E=mc2 came to mind. The “I” in the story is the narrator running his mouth pretending to be the author.
The squirrel rushed to the other side of the tree along a branch far from Peter as he grouched his way down the path. There was no need for all this grumbling, but being thankful he could even walk seemed like a waste of time since he had no trouble walking.
The sunrise was peaceful. The sea was calm, but he was entertaining enough demonic influences to have a whole Halloween party by himself.
Eventually – unless the slippery slope had its way – Peter would tell those demons where to go, but he did so much enjoy a whiny fit of righteousness. Like the other inanities he entertained they came to spoil the day under the pretense they were making it better.
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Denise offers the prompt word “branch” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.
I like how the sun splashes color at the beginning of and throughout the day.
Genesis 1:14-15 (KJV) 14 And God said, Let there be lights in the firmament of the heaven to divide the day from the night; and let them be for signs, and for seasons, and for days, and years: 15 And let them be for lights in the firmament of the heaven to give light upon the earth: and it was so.
On a table in his hotel room Simon began building a house of cards carefully laying each one next to or on another lest the structure fall showing the futility of his addiction. Meanwhile the full moon rose over the Sea of Galilee sparkling light on calm water.
After he used up all his cards he opened the door to the balcony to breathe in the cool air. He saw the moon, higher now but still beautiful, and he wondered why he wasted his time with those cards.
Coincidental with Simon’s wonder one card in the house he built gave up supporting the others. With a swoosh all of the cards lay flat on the table.
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Denise offers the prompt word “structure” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.
The merely ordinary smeared Simon’s view of reality like a greasy film making him discontent with what he saw. To brighten his spirits he tried all sorts of gimmicks. His current desperate attempt included taking a challenging course in mind over matter levitation where each student was required to either levitate or produce a creative alternative.
One student wrote an essay arguing how going on keto would lead to less matter for the mind to lift. Another painted a self-portrait entitled If God Had Wanted Me to Levitate, He Would Have Made Me More Like This Hot Air Balloon.
When it was all over each of the submitted stories, essays, songs and paintings received an Award of Outstanding Excellence and Simon tried to decide which was worse: dealing head-on with his unsatisfying view of reality or signing up for the second level of the course.
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Denise offers the prompt word “film” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.
Believing the best way to deal with someone was not to beat him over the head with a club Brian manipulated George with psychology. George, on the other hand, preferred the club.
Over the years these two friends found lovely brides and got married raising children who had children until Brian died which made George wonder if he should have used the club less often. Without Brian’s subliminal influence George felt the only thing left to do was grow old.
That was when an undeserved miracle gave George a wallop knocking some sense back into him and letting him know he wasn’t quite dead yet. After that the grandchildren longed to hear his tall tales while his own children listened and even his wife respectfully responded to his loving touch which frankly shocked him but not as much as it pleased her like an answered prayer.
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Denise offers the prompt word “club” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.
Ephesians 5:33 “Nevertheless let every one of you in particular so love his wife even as himself; and the wife see that she reverence her husband.” (KJV)
Western Wall of the Temple Mount in Jerusalem With Prayers Stuffed in the Cracks