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Six Sentence Story: Room 215 Found!

When I failed to find Room 215 I went back to the Six Sentence Cafe & Bistro to ask for directions again. I was told to take the first hall to the left and then the second hall to the right and then I could charge right in to capture the mysterious story I was looking for.

When I returned unsuccessful again, the tall, thin man asked me to raise my left hand and when I raised my hand, he said, “I thought so.” He tied a waiter’s towel around the wrist of my other hand and told me to not overthink it but this time take the first hall in the direction of the hand with the towel tied to it and then take the hall in the direction of the hand without the towel tied to it.

I went back, overthinking it all the way, and I found Room 215! I took a deep breath and opened the door.

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

Six Sentence Story: Sky Blue Joy

The best burden to bear is one that is light. I mean, who wants a heavy load and no one wants one so light that he floats away. Gravity has its advantages, you know, as long as joy keeps your hearts afloat.

And so the babbling, like a charge of Don Quijote, went on and on and on, but eventually – thank God – it was over.

Larry wondered what Maggie and he were going to do next. He looked at her and she smiled back.

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Denise offers the prompt word “charge” for this week’s Six Sentence Stories.

Six Sentence Story: Room 215

The amazing thing about Room 215 at the Six Sentence Cafe & Bistro is that no one knew it was there until the red-headed writer opened its door and just walked in. Then the tall, thin man followed her to open a secret chamber hidden in that delightfully mysterious room.

After hearing about the room’s mechanical machines and the strange, very short man that emerged from it I went to look for myself. I was wondering if maybe I might find a story there, marvelous and melancholic under its ancient dust, about King Arthur’s Camelot or the Starkeeper’s Carousel to tell others back in the cafe.

However, no matter how many times or how slowly I went up and down the hall where the wonderful room was supposed to be, I couldn’t find it though I had no doubt it was there. Although I came back empty handed, at least as far as marvelous stories go, I still could tell about how I was not going to give up the search.

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Denise offers the prompt word “dust” for this week’s Six Sentence Stories.

Six Sentence Story: How To Write A Love Poem

I told Mark to put a lid on his sarcastic babbling and write a love poem. The problem was Mark didn’t know how (which is why I’m writing this tale). Betty, Mark’s nemesis and master at setting off needless fireworks, was as bad as – no, let’s face it, she was even worse than – Mark.

Who would have thought those two would ever come together since by every natural law on the books you need more than self-exertion to do the impossible. But when the impossible happened to them, in spite of their exercising every option they had to stop it, Mark and Betty got what is called a miracle.

So, all you have to do to write a love poem is let heaven get near enough (like right inside you) so heaven can do through you (since you’re no longer a bystander) what heaven does best: lovely miracles.

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

Six Sentence Story: Don’t Rush Through Paradise

Sometimes it is best to slow down, I told a tall, thin gentleman who was sitting at a table with me at the Six Sentence Cafe & Bistro.

Usually it is the fastest way to get anything done right, the gentleman said in agreement.

Of course, those who like to go fast would object, but what do they know? I added.

They know nothing, the gentleman said adding the fourth sentence to our marvelous tale.

After drinking our coffees and eating the croissants I asked him, What should the title of our story be?

He said, Let’s call it: Don’t Rush Through Paradise.

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Denise offers the prompt word “table” for this week’s Six Sentence Stories.

Six Sentence Story: Daily Bread

Joe did his best to save his pennies, but considering that pennies weren’t made anymore, he saved his nickels with interest. He didn’t mind inflation as long as he could still buy his daily bread.

But enough of this babbling about pennies (or nickels), because this is supposed to be a story about something real. However, Joe couldn’t think of any story to tell.

He asked his muse to please, pretty please, pretty pretty pretty please, include a story once in a while with his daily bread. His muse, a malnourished pixie, demigod or whatever it might have been, told him to ask Someone who actually had a clue.

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Denise offers the prompt word “interest” for this week’s Six Sentence Stories.

Six Sentence Story: Books

While browsing through a book store Joe realized that no one in his right mind buys a real book made out of ink on paper anymore since computers have stored everything and they can even regurgitate anything of value in that book in a few seconds. He left the store empty handed.

His next stop was a new restaurant in a new mall where he planned to meet a friend realizing that no computer (no matter how steam-powered quantum it was) could regurgitate for him the food he was about to eat. Unfortunately, his friend called saying he would be an hour late which left Joe to wander the strange mall till his friend arrived.

Just behind the restaurant Joe found a huge book store which also sold t-shirts, toys and coffee mugs (just in case you realized that no one in his right mind buys books anymore). As he glanced through the shelves there it was, a book, a real book with ink on paper which seemed to say Buy Me! Buy Me! Buy Me!, and so, rejoicing like one watching the dawning of a new morning, Joe bought it.

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

Six Sentence Story: Touched

Taking things for granted was no puzzle for Tim. He had been doing it all his life.

One day he got touched.

His friends told him that he’d get over it. As years passed Tim realized he’d never get over it. As even more years passed he was glad he never did.

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

Six Sentence Story: Whisperer

I got an earful when I hired a therapist – a “cat whisperer” as he advertised himself – for my crazy cat. He picked up Nutty, the name I gave her, and whispered sweet nothings in her ear. At first Nutty looked at him with her usual suspicion thinking he might be one of my friends, but after a while Nutty began cuddling and snuggling up to him.

After the session the therapist signaled me aside out of Nutty’s hearing to whisper in my ear that he agreed with her about me. Agreed about what? was all I could say.

That’s when I got an earful.

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Denise offers the prompt word “signal” for this week’s Six Sentence Stories.

Moral of the story (in case you need the earful version): Don’t call your crazy cat Nutty (or even say she’s “crazy”); her name’s Madeleine.

PARAPHRASE OF FIRST STANZA – If I’d ever write the story of my life, I’d write about my friend, Madeleine. When she left one morning I saw her laugh and cry at the same time. What she told me I’ll never forget: “How God has blessed your home!”

Six Sentence Story: Up To Something

We were curious enough to ask Gregory what he was up to, but he was smart enough to run his mouth without giving us any real information. Every time we got in the mood to pester him with questions he’d send us on a wild goose chase.

As the years went by he became very good at whatever it was he was doing. We kept chasing geese.

Eventually Gregory moved away not needing our help, I guess, which was fine with me. Like, I mean, who needs him anyway, but I do miss trying to catch those tasty geese.

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