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Aug 22

The Atmosphere and Climate Change

Okay, class today we’re going to learn about the atmosphere, does anyone know what atmosphere means?

Billy holds up his hand and answers, I think it has something to do with oxygen and the air that we breathe, and I hear my parents talking all the time about climate change making our weather go all wonky.

Sally speaks up saying, the atmosphere is warming, and I read somewhere that today there’s more oxygen and less carbon dioxide and water vapor than there was in Earth’s early atmosphere.

Heatwaves are more common causing droughts, dangerous floods from more intense rainstorms that are happening and it’s all due to the atmosphere and climate change, said Arthur.

Very good class, Billy, Sally, and Arthur have given us excellent answers. For tomorrow I’d like all of you to write a short story about the atmosphere.

This six sentence story was written for a challenge over at GirlieOnTheEdge. Denise’s word prompt this week is “atmosphere”.

Death or Victory?

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Watch this, he’s going to code!

People rushed in to see what was happening.

You could see the sweat on his brow and hear him gasping for air.

His fingers, the center of attention as he tapped out.

Would this be the last of him?

The bell rang, and everyone stopped, the coding competition came to an end and he’d won first prize for the new computer game Clash of Clans.

This was written for Six Sentence Story. Denise’s prompt word this week is “code“.

Aug 7

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An Act of Kindness – Bus Fare

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Back in the late sixties, yes, the nineteen sixties, bus fare or often called car fare for an adult was thirty-five cents and for anyone twelve and under it was ten cents.

This was a time when parents felt it was safe for children, say around the ages of ten and up to travel by transit unaccompanied by an adult and I would travel from Verdun to downtown Montreal which was about a twenty-five-minute ride by car so a little longer by public transit.

This one day I (age 12) was returning home and waiting at the bus stop digging in my pocket to make sure I had my dime to put in the farebox.

Remembering back, I was talking to this older woman who was quite nice when my bus pulled up and we said good-bye to each other as she was taking a different bus.

I stepped up and deposited my dime when the bus driver said to me, you’re a quarter short young lady, to which I replied, I’m only twelve and he wouldn’t believe me making me get off the bus returning my dime to me.

Standing watching the bus drive away I explained to the nice lady I was talking to earlier what had just happened, and she reached into her purse and gave me a thirty-five cent bus ticket so that I could go home.

© Susan Zutautas 2019

This short story was written for Six Sentence Story over at GirlieOnTheEdge. This weeks challenge is to use the word FARE.

Jul 24

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The Wave Goodbye

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Sally at 14 was in love for the first time in her life and her father was moving them to California in a few days even though she’d made it quite clear that she wanted to stay here and live with her grandmother.

Most girls her age would have been ecstatic to move to California, but Sally’s heart was breaking thinking she would only see Charlie one more time before they left on their 3-thousand-mile journey across the country.

Most of the things they had would have to be left behind as they could only take so much in the station wagon.

The night before they were to leave Charlie had come over for dinner and brought Sally a beautiful sterling silver charm bracelet which made Sally cry.

Outside there was a blizzard going on, but Charlie had to catch the last bus home, so he and Sally made their way through the snow stopping frequently for a hug and a kiss.

Saying their goodbyes through many tears was not easy for either of them and Sally stood after a wave at the bus thinking life is so unfair.

© Susan Zutautas 2019

This six sentence story was written for a challenge over at GirlieOnTheEdge. The prompt word this week: WAVE

Jul 11

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A Lucky Day

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I’m feeling lucky today so let’s go to the casino.

Nah, I never win, and my horoscope says my money is low, but you can go, I don’t mind staying home.

Just for half an hour, come with me and I’ll buy you a beer.

We went and a slot machine had my attention, so I had to play it, but the twenty I put in rapidly went down.

See, what did I tell you, I never win, I have no luck at all.

Then on the last spin, the machine burst into wild spins and ended up paying $220.00.

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This Six Sentence Story was written for a challenge over at Denise’s. This weeks word prompt is “BURST”

Jul 4

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Down at the Plant

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Every person at the plant was wondering what the upcoming meeting was going to be about.

Some suspected a big layoff as the work that was coming in was sparse and the fact that all overtime had been suspended for the last month had them worried.

The managers and supervisors were all in the dark too and were being asked by several people what was going on and all they’d say was everyone would find out at the meeting after lunch.

Gathered all together anticipating the worst the employees sat in silence waiting for the CEO to begin.

“Hello everyone, I know you’re all wondering why I called this meeting today and for what purpose.”

“First, off next month we’re getting in a big contract to process and we’ll be needing all hands on deck and I want you all to be prepared for overtime hours and if you had vacation time booked, it is now canceled.”

© Susan Zutautas 2019

This short story was written for Six Sentence Story over at Denise’s. The prompt word for this week is PROCESS.

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Jun 27

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Follow Your Dreams

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She longed to write poetry ever since she was three

determined to be a writer was her dream you see.

At six she decided she’d write a book one day

then someone told her she should write a play.

In school, she took a class all about Poe

and had to write a story to show what she did know.

When she was a young adult, she wrote poetry about life

and when she was older, they were about wildlife.

In her fifties, she wrote her first book

and followed her dreams without a second look.

She lived a simple fulfilling life

as a mother and a wife.

© Susan Zutautas 2019

Written for Denise’s challenge; Six Sentence Story using the word simple.

Jun 20

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Catch and Release

This was written for Six Sentence Story over at Denise’s.

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Liberty, an Irish Setter, was a beautiful, well behaved, dog that my mom and dad had rescued back in the late ’70s.

She was funny as when we’d go for car rides, she wouldn’t do her business anywhere other than in our backyard. It didn’t matter if she was away from the house for six hours, she’d hold until she got home.

One day I was watching her in the backyard playing catch and release with a frog that came to visit.

She’d catch the frog, hold it in her mouth for a few seconds, then let it go and then run and catch it again, and again.

Liberty was one of the gentlest dogs I’ve ever known.

Jun 14

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Taking Care of Family

This short story is for Six Sentence Story over at Denise’s.

The word prompt is EXTENSION.

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We’d packed up all her things loaded them onto a truck and headed for the Canadian border.

Being a snowbird for mother was now over as she was getting too old to be in Florida by herself and needed us to take care of her.

Luckily, we were able to renovate and add living quarters onto our house for her as there was no way we’d put her in a retirement or nursing home.

“It’s sure taking a long time to get there, can’t you drive a bit faster, you’ve got to be going under the speed limit,” mom said with a slight hint of sarcasm on the third day of the journey.”

“Here we are, this is our exit mom, we’ll be home in a few minutes.”

When we reached the driveway mom immediately noticed the extension on the side of the house and said, “Oh my, you’ve outdone yourselves this time, I can’t wait to see the inside.”

Jun 5

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