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Six months after Brian was hit by the bus, he looked for and found Martha in the Art District Park. He told her that he tossed his pendulum and tarot cards in the trash and stopped doing those “mindless kundalini meditations”. Although this was the first time he spoke to her since his accident and in spite of being aware of her “unfortunate distraction” with George, Brian asked Martha if she would marry him in a real church.

Martha wondered if the “real church” Brian was thinking of was Brother Jeremy’s chapel recalling how they both bullied that pastor mocking him to his face for his “delusions”. She also wondered if Brian expected her to give up her yogic devotions to that unresponsive energy field identified by people like herself as Shakti.

Martha hoped so, and knowing Brian she knew so, and so she answered, “Yes!”

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Denise offers the word “distraction” for this week’s Six Sentence Story. This story is a continuation of Shift – Six Sentence Story and concludes the series.

“Authenticity is all that matters,” George asserted to an attractive woman who just bought ten of his paintings and commissioned five more where she would be the model used for the “queen of the dragons”. They would begin work immediately. George told Martha she had to go back to her own apartment to give them space, but he would call her when he got a chance.

Martha saw how the woman’s body filled her dress, how her smile hypnotized, and how those eyes, so recklessly inviting, so wicked, could easily dominate any intimidation George might later try to exert against her manipulations.

Habituated as George was to his authentic selfishness Martha knew he would never call her. Their parting, however, could have been an opportunity for Martha to shift her views and change her ways, but her lack of courage only allowed her to reinforce her humiliation by blaming George for every demon he let in as she walked back to her apartment.

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Denise offers the word “shift” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories. This is a continuation of Center – Six Sentence Story. This story of the occult will conclude next week.

Although Martha was shocked when she heard that Brian died after being hit by a bus, his death saved her from having to explain to him her involvement with George should he ever find out which he wouldn’t now. To her credit, she thought, she had indeed warned Brian many times that he had better get his act together if he wanted to keep her. Besides, she reasoned, George was a serious artist with highly acclaimed paintings of mystically wise dragons and seductive faeries grossing over five figures while Brian by comparison was what exactly?

Martha forgot about Brian until she and George passed the center of the art district and she saw him – Brian! – supposedly dead, but now, bringing a tray of food to guests at a patio table, alive and well, working where he always did. Brian saw her, too, and went back inside.

Later, moving with George through the gallery that displayed his art, a chill came over Martha as she stared deeply into the hate-enflamed eyes on painting after painting and wondered how she could have been so wrong about those dragons.

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Denise offers the prompt word “center” for this week’s Six Sentence Stories. This story continues from Bowl – Six Sentence Stories. Next: Shift – Six Sentence Stories

Brian rented in an upscale artist community, but he was not commercially viable as an artist, so he served tables. In one of the new age stores that littered the area he listened while the shop attendant tapped a Tibetan prayer bowl available for purchase in his price range. It sounded nice and he almost bought it, but then he couldn’t see himself meditating to that stuff and fifty bucks was fifty bucks.

Although Brian didn’t know what happened from the time the bus hit him to the time his heart began beating again, he felt changed. Tourist-trap spirituality with its bowls, crystals and satanic supernaturalism no longer interested him. He hungered for the real thing.

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Denise offers the word “bowl” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories. This is a continuation of Alternative – Six Sentence Story. Next: Center – Six Sentence Story

Brian was self-reliant enough to do whatever was good in his own eyes. Eventually he’d have to repent of much of this goodness, but right now the mountain he expected would hold the weight of his imaginings began sliding due to an avalanche of truth.

Down he went clutching onto one esoteric branch of conjectures after the other discovering that every alternative he grabbed onto failed to stop his fall. He could see the smiling mouth of nihilism lick its lips and open its jaws below him.

It was as he absent-mindedly looked into this dread that he was hit by a bus and rushed to an emergency room where he was pronounced dead on arrival. Whether the expert opinion was wrong or whether hell didn’t want him, Brian’s heart began beating with no desire to climb fantasy mountain again.

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Denise offers the word “alternative” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories. This story continues with Bowl – Six Sentence Story.

The door of the boat was shut from the outside.

The fountains of the deep opened and the rains began. The earth quaked sending tsunamis over the land in wave after devastating wave burying living creatures successively in higher and higher mucky graves. In a few months there was no place to hide as the entire surface of the earth became a sea. When the waters retreated dry land emerged, eroded and tortured, above the waters.

The remnant left the boat.

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

For details related to my story see Genesis 6-9. Dr. Georgia Purdom provides even more details.

With less than a quarter of his pieces remaining and seemingly desperate John moved his queen to a square adjacent to Tom’s king tempting Tom to capture her.

“Although I could win this game right now,” Tom announced as he took the bait removing John’s queen from the board and giving the plastic piece a messy kiss, “I’ll take your queen, you senile fool, just like I took that Miriam of yours long ago.”

After Tom’s capture of John’s queen, John moved a pawn to Tom’s edge of the board with a diagonally unobstructed view aimed right at Tom’s newly exposed king and with the right to exchange that pawn for any piece he wanted. John replaced the pawn with a diagonally powerful bishop as nursing home aides entered to wheel them back to their respective rooms.

“Why didn’t you get another queen, idiot?”

“I had one, Tom, until you took her away, but I only needed a bishop to checkmate you.”

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

Saul consented to the stoning of Stephen outside of Jerusalem. Little did he realize that years later he himself would be stoned in Lystra, stoned to death so his enemies thought. And perhaps it was to death, but after being dragged out of town and left for dead by men who supposedly knew what they were doing, he would stand up.

On his way to Damascus, Saul once again was up to no good. This time the Lord Himself knocked him down, or rather, he fell down unaccustomed to the blinding light. When his blindness left, so too did his powerful delusion.

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Denise offers the prompt word “powerful” for this week’s Six Sentence Stories. The story is a recounting of some events from Acts 6-9,14.