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Six Sentence Sunday 6/24 #sixsunday

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This week’s six are from “Innocence,” a StoryADay Challenge companion to my flash piece “The Kindness of Strangers,” which was published last year in The Indiana Horror Anthology 2011.  While passing through a small town, not-quite-human Alec stops at a bar and tries to find the most desperate woman he can.

By the time Alec had reached her apartment Brianna had fully regained consciousness, although experience told him she’d never be the same, not that it bothered him.

Like a gentleman, he came around and opened the door for her, then half-carried her to her apartment, and as he opened the door, she spoke up, startling him.

“I must of drank too much cuz I don’t remember getting home, but I know I had fun tonight,” she said with slurred words, as much from the alcohol as from what he’d taken from her. “No one’s ever paid attention to me like you do.”

Alec scowled as he realized her fear had melted into acceptance, into – dare he say it – love. What was wrong with this girl, that she could have feelings like that for him after what he’d done to her? 

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Six Sentence Sunday 6/17 #sixsunday

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Today’s six are from my endless vault of half-finished stories.  Maybe posting will motivate me to finish this one, which I think wants to be an actiony/romance fantasy short.

Eleanor works as a kitchen maid, and she’s caught the eye of the young manor lord, who’s showering her with presents she refuses to accept.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day, and I can’t decide if what you did was brave, stupid, or a mixture of both.” Luella shook her head, amazement and contempt visible in her eyes. “You could lose your position here, you realize, and still end up having to give his lordship what he wants.”

“I’m fully aware of the consequences,” Eleanor said, meeting the woman’s eyes, “and his lordship needs to be aware that I can’t be bought.  And if he intends to resort to force, well, I’m prepared for that as well.”

Luella stared at Eleanor, then broke into a toothy grin and said, “I wouldn’t doubt it for a moment.”

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Six Sentence Sunday 6/10 #sixsunday

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Here are six more from a story I wrote as part of the StoryADay Challenge.  It’s threatening to be a mini novella, because Mira is crazy and Daniel is having a hard time letting her go.

“Anyone would be glad to have you to love.”

Mira’s eyes flew open and she stared up at Daniel, asking, “What did you say?”

He paused, not sure if he should say it, but decided to anyway, and told her, “I said I love you.”

He held his breath, waiting to see what she’d do: slap him, storm out of the room, jump his bones? Instead she kissed his cheek, snuggled down under the covers, and for all appearances fell asleep.

The next morning she was gone when he woke, and when he arrived at school, mentally reviewing his presentation notes, everything flew out of his head when he saw Mira in the teacher’s lounge, her arms around the neck of Juan, the Spanish exchange teacher.

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Six Sentence Sunday 6/3 #sixsunday

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Today’s six are from a mostly-written story I discovered in the bottom of a folder.

Luisa was fifteen when Carlos kissed her the first time, and she was sixteen when he kissed her the last time, when he started kissing Bonita.

“How could he do this to me, Abuela?” Luisa sobbed that night.

“Love is never free; there is always a price to pay. You must always decide what the cost will be, and who will pay it.”

Luisa thought about her grandmother’s words as she said her evening prayers. “Por favor, Dios mío, make the price Carlos pays steep.”

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Six Sentence Sunday 5/27 #sixsunday

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Here are another six from a story I wrote last week as part of the StoryADay Challenge. It’s a romancish story I’ve written the bare bones of and am working to expand.

“You’re so beautiful,” Daniel murmured, leaning in to kiss Mira’s ear.

She sprang away from him as if bitten, exclaiming, “Don’t say that!”

He sat up, tried to draw her into his arms, said, “But you are; you’re the most beautiful–”

“Non,” she said as she beat at his chest with her small fists, “don’t ever say that to me!”

Baffled, all he could do was apologize and try to shield himself from her blows. As if sorry for her actions, Mira kissed him, and while Daniel was grateful for her touch, for her body pressed against his, he had trouble moving past the distant look in her eyes, as if he were someone else, as if she were someone else too.

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Six Sentence Sunday 5/20 #sixsunday

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This week’s six are again from a story I wrote this week as part of the StoryADay Challenge. Coworkers Mira and Daniel were caught out in the rain and end up taking shelter at Daniel’s nearby apartment.

Mira had been to his place before, for lesson planning and brainstorming class activities and the occasional French lesson, but today was different – perhaps the impromptuness, the unexpectedness of her standing in his foyer?

“It’s a mess, sorry,” Daniel said, rushing in to knock books and clothes off the couch, to pull shut the door to the kitchen so the dirty dishes weren’t visible.

 “C’est rien,” Mira said as she stepped over a pile of laundry as if it didn’t even exist and alighted on the couch. That was Mira, always ignoring the little things that popped up, taking it all in stride.

Daniel grabbed a mostly-clean towel from the bathroom and sat down next to her. As he gently wiped the rain off her face, her ears, her hair, she leveled such an intense, unreadable gaze on him that he couldn’t help it; he leaned forward and kissed her lips. 

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Six Sentence Sunday 5/13 #sixsunday

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This week’s six are from a new piece I wrote this week as part of the StoryADay Challenge.  A wife leaves her unstable husband at home to look after their daughter for the afternoon.

Carolyn pulled into the driveway beside Bryce’s car and hurried inside, leaving the groceries in the car. Of course Shanna was fine; it was the middle of a Saturday afternoon, the sun shining down on their rundown piece of suburbia. So why was a voice screaming in Carolyn’s head that everything wasn’t okay?

“Mommy’s home,” she called as she entered through the kitchen door, throwing her purse on the counter next to Bryce’s phone. “Did you miss me?”

No response.

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Six Sentence Sunday 5/6 #sixsunday

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I’ve been so busy this week, I completely forgot about Six Sentence Sunday.  Better late than never though, right?

This week’s six are from “Innocence,” a StoryADay Challenge companion to my flash piece “The Kindness of Strangers,” which was published last year in The Indiana Horror Anthology 2011.  While passing through a small town, Alec stops at a bar and tries to find the most desperate woman he can.

“I try to fit in, but no one understands me. No one but you.”

As her self-esteem plummeted before him, Alec’s heart rate increased with anticipation he hadn’t felt all night. He softened his expression, his voice. “Of course I understand you, Brianna. Why don’t I take you home and you tell me all about how misunderstood you are?” 

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Six Sentence Sunday 4/29 #sixsunday

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From my flash piece that refuses to be flash. The MC, Mel, was found with a guy named Devrim when he was killed and is on trial for complicity in his death.

Mel was brought forth to a tribunal, to the trial Devrim should’ve had.

“You were told to leave him be.”

“He’s dead because of you.”

“What have you to say in your defense?”

Mel held her head high. “He needed me, so how could I say no?”

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S is for Six Sentence Sunday #atozchallenge #sixsunday

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Day 19 of the Blogging from A to Z April challenge. Today’s topic: Six Sentence Sunday.

Okay, first, yes, this is probably against the rules of the A to Z challenge, seeing as how I should’ve posted this on Saturday and not Sunday, but you know what?  This is my blog, and I’m lazy.  So, here it is, my six sentences for the week.

This week’s chunk is from my a novel I’m working on, A Handful of Wishes.  An elderly shopkeeper has given Zeke an odd-looking bottle.

“Promise me, Ezekiel.” The man’s voice was stern, commanding, as was the stare he leveled upon the boy.

“I promise to take good care of what’s in this bottle.”

Cornelius reluctantly handed the bottle to Zeke, who immediately took it and ran up the street towards his apartment. “Not what, my boy. Who!” the shopkeeper called after him, but Zeke was too far away, too excited, to hear his words.

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