Sep 11
My silly little poem was written in response to Denise’s Six Sentence Story Challenge over at Girlie on the Edge’s Blog. This weeks challenge was to use the word “Gallery”.
Mallory let’s go to the gallery
Sorry, no, not on my salary
Go ask Valerie to go with you to the gallery
I did and she’s having problems with her allergies
How about if I take you to that bar in Calgary
Only if you promise to buy me a daiquiri
Aug 6
Each week Denise over at Girlie On The Edge challenges us to write a six sentence story or poem.
Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Link the URL to your post via the blue “Click here to enter” button below.
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Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 😀
PROMPT WORD: RANDOM
I’ve not been writing very much as of late and my writer’s block is very bothersome. My six sentence story/acrostic poem seems a bit silly to me but I have to start somewhere right?
Right or wrong, you can sing it in a song
Any time of day or night, sing with delight
New lyrics are fun to write to a special song you like
D can sound like a major or often as a minor
Open your heart sing whether you’re happy or sad
Make someone’s day, make them smile today
Jul 22
The following was written for a challenge called #SixSentenceStoryover at Denise’s. This week’s prompt word is “Hunch”.
Everything was ready, salads were made, veggies ready to cook, table set, and wine chilling. All that was left to do was barbeque the ribs and cook the veggies.
After going outside to start the grill I came back into the kitchen to season the ribs and to get my BBQ sauce and tools ready to go.
This was to be the first family meal since COVID started and I was looking forward to seeing everyone.
Halfway through cooking the ribs, the gas ran out. I had a hunch this was going to happen and so happy that I’d filled a second tank.
Jun 24
The following was written for a challenge called #SixSentenceStoryover at Denise’s. This week’s prompt word is “Thumb”.
My story is ongoing and I began writing it on March 18th. It is about a boy by the name of Pete Patterson. During a random locker check a bag of pot was found in Pete’s locker. If you’d like to read this from the beginning, it starts here.
mage by elizabethaferry from Pixabay
While Jane waited for Emma to arrive at the coffee shop, she had a feeling that Emma would shed some light on this dilemma but couldn’t quite put her thumb on what exactly it would be.
Emma arrived, said hi to Jane, sat down, and ordered a tea.
Jane started the conversation getting right to the point, no need to pussyfoot around. “Do you have any idea why Principal Taylor is beating around the bush and needs to have your permission to discuss anything further with us?”
“Jane, I’ll be quite honest with you, over the last few years, Sam has been having behavioral problems and has just started therapy so that is the reason Mr. Taylor feels he needs permission from us to talk to you. I’m pretty sure it was Sam that planted the baggie of leaves in Pete’s locker, but he refuses to take responsibility for it.”
Continue on? I’ll let your guys decide.
Jun 17
The following was written for a challenge called #SixSentenceStory over at Denise’s. This week’s prompt word is “Iron”.
My story is ongoing and I began writing it on March 18th. It is about a boy by the name of Pete Patterson. During a random locker check a bag of pot was found in Pete’s locker. If you’d like to read this from the beginning, it starts here.
Image by elizabethaferry from Pixabay
Once in the car Jane said, “I’m going to call Emma tonight and see what she has to say about all of this.”
“Do you think that’s a good idea dear, maybe we should hold off until Taylor speaks to them again.”
“No, I have an iron in the fire, and you know once I have a plan in mind, I’m going follow it through.”
After dinner was over Jane proceeded to call Emma and decided she’d ask her to meet for coffee the following day. Emma was a little hesitant but, in the end, agreed to meet with Jane. Hopefully, between the two of them, they just might get things resolved on their own.
To be continued …
Jun 11
The following was written for a challenge called #SixSentenceStory over at Denise’s. This week’s prompt word is “Therapy”.
My story is ongoing and I began writing it on March 18th. It is about a boy by the name of Pete Patterson. During a random locker check a bag of pot was found in Pete’s locker. If you’d like to read this from the beginning, it starts here.
“I’m not at liberty to say.”
Pete’s dad’s blood was starting to boil, “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“In order for me to answer you, I will have to get the Wilkinson’s permission first.”
“Oh my God this is turning into a three-ring circus and I’m getting sick of this. If we do not get answers soon, you will need therapy!”
Taylor looked a little piqued and took this as a threat.
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“Now, now, let’s not, let’s not, be like that, we can surely rectify this matter, it’s just going to take a little more time is all. No one is going to need therapy. How about everyone go home, for now, I’ll talk again to the Wilkinson’s, and hopefully, we can get this all sorted out. I’ll have my secretary call you and we can set up another appointment and talk.”
“The sooner the better.” Pete’s dad said and headed towards the door.
As the Patterson’s were leaving Jane decided she’d call Emma Wilkinson and see if she could find anything out.
To be continued …
Jun 3
The following was written for a challenge called #SixSentenceStory over at Denise’s. This week’s prompt word is “Passion”.
My story is ongoing and I began writing it on March 18th. It is about a boy by the name of Pete Patterson. During a random locker check a bag of pot was found in Pete’s locker. If you’d like to read this from the beginning, it starts here.
Image by elizabethaferry from Pixabay
Mr. Taylor sat there with an incredulous look not answering Jane.
“Where would my son even get such leaves, they sure don’t grow around here,” chimed in Pete’s dad who was from the southern part of the USA.
“Sam was in Texas visiting his grandparents during spring break with his parents and could have easily brought the leaves back,” said Jane.
“Hmm, I see, said Mr. Taylor as he tapped the notepad in front of him with his pen. I do not want to bother the Wilkinson’s about this matter again but …”
“But what!” Pete’s dad said with no passion whatsoever.
To be continued …
May 28
“Right! Of course, he had no idea what you were talking about, what little hoodlum is going to admit to something like this, Pete’s dad said, feeling his blood pressure rise. Can we just get to the results of the test you had done?”
“You’ll be happy to know that the plant in question was not marijuana, it is Texas Star Hibiscus, which looks quite similar to pot. Taylor continued on saying, now Pete, what were you planning on doing with this bag of Texas Star Hibiscus?”
Jane then stood up, Oh my God, you have to be kidding, you actually think that this still belongs to my son!”
To be continued …
May 20
The following was written in response to a blog hop called Six Sentence Story over at Denise’s. This week’s prompt word: “Eternal”.
Image by elizabethaferry from Pixabay
It was now Tuesday afternoon and outside Taylor’s office sat Pete with his parents. Pete somewhat felt better having his dad with him, fantasizing that he was his eternal secret weapon.
Taylor finally emerged out of his office at 4pm, “Sorry folks, I was on a conference call, please come in and have a seat, this won’t take very long.” After everyone was seated Taylor started off saying, “I had the pot in question tested over the weekend … (Pete’s dad thinking … ya, right, you probably tried to smoke it yourself) and just now got the results back.”
Pete’s dad was becoming impatient by this point (he knew Taylor from his own high school days and found him quite irritating) and spoke up, “Spit it out, what were the results of the test?”
“Now, now don’t get upset George, I’ll get to that, but first I wanted to let you know that I did talk to Sam and his parents this morning, and Sam has no idea what I was talking about.”
To be continued …
My story is ongoing and I began writing it on March 18th. It is about a boy by the name of Pete Patterson. During a random locker check a bag of pot was found in Pete’s locker. If you’d like to read this from the beginning, it starts here.
May 14
The following was written in response to a blog hop called Six Sentence Story over at Denise’s. This week’s prompt word: “Watch”.
Image by elizabethaferry from Pixabay
Looking at his watch while tapping it, Principal Taylor said, “The wife and I are heading to the cottage in an hour so how about we pick this up on Tuesday around three-thirty. That will give me time to question Sam and speak to his parents.”
Pete felt a little at ease as this would give him three days before Sam would more likely kick the crap out of him. Maybe he would be able to come up with some sort of plan to avoid a beating.
Pete’s mom stood up and said, “Yes that will be fine and I’m sure that my husband will return with us on Tuesday. Come on Pete, grab your bag and let’s go.”
To be continued …
My story is ongoing and I began writing it on March 18th. It is about a boy by the name of Pete Patterson. During a random locker check a bag of pot was found in Pete’s locker. If you’d like to read this from the beginning, it starts here.
