Tag: #sixsentencestories

Not having made a meme before Richard searched the internet for tools that would make one for him. Finding a few he sniffed his nose at he decided to do it the hard way and write his own code.

That exercise kept him merrily preoccupied for weeks. Once he figured out which package to use and which options to apply he realized how smooth as silk easy it was to put words and images together.

With all that procrastination out of the way Richard ran up against a problem even an internet search couldn’t answer. He couldn’t think of anything snarky enough to give him a wicked giggle that wouldn’t eventually make him regret he posted the meme in the first place.

______

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

Demons love to lounge and blame and curse beneath a pretty sky.

With ugly words they seek to maim. Demons love to lounge and blame. Avoid them when they’re taking aim. Reject the shameless words that fly.

Demons love to lounge and blame and curse beneath a pretty sky.

______

Denise offers the prompt word “lounge” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories. As a poem I posted this on Poet’s Corner.

Eileen, troubled as many of us are, was seeking never to be the same again as she watched dozens of people, some very old and some very, very young, fall and laugh overwhelmed by the Holy Spirit during the revival meeting. She knew this would not happen to all attendees since some understandably felt no zest to embarrass themselves in public in front of video cameras, but she wondered if it might happen to her in spite of her sitting in the middle of a row far in the back of the auditorium and in spite of her troubles.

The revival leader said he was looking only for those the Spirit showed him were ready as he walked the aisles. When he called her she nervously edged her way past the lukewarm spectators sitting next to her to get to the aisle knowing that—yes!—she, too, was going to fall and—yes!—she, too, was finally going to laugh.

Eileen raised her hands in praise, unnaturally fell backwards fearlessly into the arms of a catcher and laughed without restraint on the floor. Although decades later she would have proof, while lying there full of joy she already knew she would never be the same again.

______

Denise offers the prompt word “zest” for this week’s Six Sentence Story.

After their last doctor visits Jeremy and his wife, Felicity, planned a series of trips across the country. They went from their children’s homes to those of other family members to friends making sure to mark the date so they would not forget to attend Sunday Mass wherever they were. They saw baby alligators lie on mama alligators’ backs in the Everglades, fancy roosters wander the streets of Key West, cold Alaskan glaciers, deep Arizona canyons, Rocky and Blue Ridge mountains and wide expanses of oceans with turtles, birds and seashells.

Some noticed the medications they were taking while others wondered about their talk of checking off items on their bucket lists. Regardless, they could be counted on to visit when there were births or weddings and to offer consolation at funerals leaving those they visited overwhelmed with peace.

In spite of the medications and bucket lists Jeremy and Felicity beep bopped around the country for another thirty years and the Lord visited them every day putting at the top of their list those who most needed to see them next.

______

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

Romans 10:13 – “For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved.” (KJV)

Stanley presented his theory of causality explaining how point A met point B in a new dimension where infinitely many things occurred. He drew illustrations to make his point. Around point A there were lines and circles which he called causes. He decorated point B with more lines and circles and called all of that the effect happening like the popping of a bubble.

Then Stanley looked at me for encouragement.

I wondered what would be the easiest way to tell him without embarrassing myself or frustrating him that I had no clue what he was talking about.

______

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

While walking through the neighborhood overcast by a blur of rainclouds Charles passed a young girl urging her two brothers half her size to keep up with her.

One said, “It’s gonna rain,” but she answered, “No.” Then the other said, “It’s gonna rain,” and she repeated, “No.”

Charles also thought it was going to rain. He hadn’t brought an umbrella, but after hearing the girl’s words he slowed the pace of his walking convinced in spite of the clouds that it wouldn’t rain.

Whether to fulfill a child’s prophecy or to give Charles something to think about it in fact did not rain, at least not until both he and those three children reached the shelter of their homes.

______

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

Red bougainvillea made a splash against a white wall as Tom wondered where he was.

When his mind wandered he’d sometimes get lost in imagined disasters he could do nothing about. Fortunately, although they seemed determined to mess with him to the extent they still could, he had enough sense to reject dark demonic misdirection.

Then Tom saw Phyllis wave to him in the distance. He hadn’t seen her in a decade, not since the funeral. Her smile and the joyful brilliance of the bougainvillea told him his journey was finally over and a new, better one had just begun.

______

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

A paste of sparkling, sticky snow clings to the leafless trees. The sky is cloudy blue and cold. My eyes look on all these.

This all reflects the mystery that we are here to see.

That’s when the prophet stopped to praise with thankfulness and we. Well, we as well began to praise with thanks for all we see.

______

Denise offers the prompt word “paste” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories. Reformatting this into verses, I posted it on Poet’s Corner.