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Feb 12

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The Plant – Six Sentence Story

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Image by Olya Adamovich from Pixabay

 

Joe was off to the plant.

He moved so fast you’d think there were ants in his pants.

When he got there the parking lot was bare.

He realized it was Sunday and he did swear.

He could have slept in, then he grinned, and off he drove fast as the wind.

When he got home, he went back to bed and slept all day … like the dead.

© Susan Zutautas 2020

 

This was written for the Six Sentence Story challenge over at GirlieOnTheEdge’s Blog.

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Come back here on Thursday, link your post…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers ��

PROMPT WORD: PLANT

 

Nov 27

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The Hound

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

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Come back here and link your post…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 🙂

PROMPT WORD:  POUND

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Image by GraphicMama-team from Pixabay

 

I heard a sound

I looked around

Guess what I found

Yes, a hound

Sitting proudly upon a mound

I sat beside him on the ground

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

 

Oct 3

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Highway 1

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

Prompt Word: Coast

 

From San Francisco to San Diego

Highway driving in my Winnebago

Enjoy stopping along the way

Site seeing at every bay

The coast is where I want to be

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Image by PublicDomainPictures from Pixabay

North or south, it doesn’t matter to me

 

From San Francisco to San Diego

Highway driving in my Winnebago

Enjoy stopping along the way

Site seeing at every bay

The coast is where I want to be

North or south, it doesn’t matter to me

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

 

Sep 25

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The Renovation Part 2 – Six Sentence Story

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Image by Peter H from Pixabay

Part 1 can be read here.

After realizing that I really could do this reno by myself I decided that I also wanted to put a bathroom in on the main floor.

For this, I would need to draw up some plans. I knew exactly where the new bathroom, a powder room to be precise, would go.

Getting out my trusty tape measure I wrote down all the dimensions and later I’d draw them to scale on a graph pad.

Asking my brother in law the plumber to give me a quote and timeframe would be beneficial. I’d mention to him that a little family discount is always appreciated.

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This was written for Six Sentence Story.  The prompt word this week is scale. 

Sep 19

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The Renovation – Six Sentence Story

 

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Image by Peter H from Pixabay

I have all the tools I need;  hammers, tape, screwdrivers, pliers, snips, and determination.

He said I wouldn’t be able to do it.

I refuse to let anyone tell me what I can and cannot do, besides, I’ve always been mechanically inclined, and anyway how hard can it be.

First things first, I’ll start by ordering a waste bin, then clean up, and throw out everything that I won’t need for the renovation.

A trip to HomeDepot will be the next step to pick up materials, glass, and paint.

If I do happen to run into any problems I can always call for help.

 

This was written for Six Sentence Story. Prompt word: REFUSE.

Part two of this story can be found here. 

 

 

 

Aug 26

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Who Howls – Haiku

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Image by Hans Benn from Pixabay 

 

Wolves howl to others

Warning, communicating

Moon makes no difference

 

Bloodhounds, beagles, howl

The same way that the wolves do

For different reasons

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This 2 stanza haiku was written for this week’s Six Sentence Story. The prompt word this week is “Howl”.

Aug 22

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The Atmosphere and Climate Change

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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”.

 

Aug 13

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Death or Victory?

 

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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Image by Christophe Schindler from Pixabay   Montreal Skyline

 

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

 

 

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